The tension within the room had reached a breaking point.
Every breath felt heavier than the last, the thick air pressing insistently against their senses as the influence of the aphrodisiac refused to loosen its hold. The warmth spreading through their bodies was no longer subtle, no longer something that could be ignored through discipline alone.
Each movement became more unstable.
Each moment of contact lingered longer than intended.
The fight had not stopped.
But its rhythm had changed.
Luca's thoughts struggled to maintain order as he attempted to steady his breathing, yet the clarity he relied upon continued to fracture beneath the overwhelming interference clouding his mind.
Focus… stay conscious… control it…
Yet control was slipping.
