Amelia
Elena gracefully swirled the deep red wine in her glass, her dark hair falling softly over one shoulder. “You know?” she said, leaning closer to Xavier, “I’ve heard stories from my father about how you fought off invaders single-handedly.” She watched him intently, her eyes glimmering with admiration.
“That's just duty.” Xavier's voice was still calm and controlled as he took a sip of his wine, maintaining a polite distance as he subtly shifted his gaze away from her piercing stare. The movement was slight, but I noticed it. Did anyone else?
But Elena was undeterred. With a coy smile playing on her perfectly painted lips, she pressed further, one manicured hand coming to rest dangerously close to his on the tablecloth.
“For the sake of the stability of the pack, you’ll have to
