Amber stood at the center of the living room, her heart racing with a wild mix of emotions. She felt like a volcano on the brink of eruption, each moment building the pressure until she could no longer hold it in. The sheer absurdity of her situation grated on her. She was not some mystical creature in a story; she was a woman thrust into a reality she didn’t understand, bound to a man she barely knew, marked with a bite that felt both intimate and invasive.
Dominic looked at her, and for a moment, Amber was struck by his rugged handsomeness—the chiseled jaw, the strong arms, and the eyes that held an intensity she could hardly process. But the warmth of attraction was overshadowed by her frustration.
“Amber,” he began, his voice steady but tinged with urgency. “We need to talk.”
“Talk
