THIRD PERSON POV
Rowan's heart pounded in his chest as he watched Seraphina's dress against the rain-streaked glass. The room felt charged with an electricity that was almost palpable, and the air was thick with anticipation. He knew he should leave, should respect the boundaries that had always kept him safe, but the pull was too strong.
He stepped closer, his footsteps muffled by the thick carpet. Seraphina turned to face him, her eyes reflecting the flickering candlelight. There was a challenge in her gaze, a silent dare that he couldn't ignore.
"Seraphina," he whispered, her name tasting like a secret on his tongue.
She reached out, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw, sending shivers down his spine. "Rowan," she breathed, her voice barely audible over the pounding rain.
He le
