The garden flowers swayed with the night breeze, their petals dancing as if they were accomplices to my disordered thoughts. The sweet, intoxicating aroma of roses filled the air, but not even that could calm the tumult that had formed within me. My skin burned, as if Lucian's hands had left an invisible mark on me, an indelible reminder of his presence. I tried to focus on the coolness of the night air, but it was useless. Lucian was there. His essence permeated every corner, every thought, every fiber of my being.
Although I couldn't see him, I felt the weight of his gaze traveling down my back, as if his golden eyes had the power to strip my soul bare and unravel every secret I tried to hide. My heart beat strongly, a mixture of emotions that confused me; desire and fear intertwined in a dangerous dance. How could someone provoke so much in me without even touching me? I felt trapped, vulnerable and at the same time inexplicably drawn to him.
