Siya ang kasalanan na masarap balik-balikan.
The kind of mistake that never really feels like one. The kind you regret, and yet crave. Again and again.
No matter how wrong it is, no matter how much it breaks me, he’s the sin I can’t help but run back to.
Every time his lips move, when they dance with words, sharp or soft, they leave a certain warmth in me, like his voice knows exactly where to land.
And those eyes… gods, those deep, smoldering eyes. Whether they’re watching me in silence or burning through me in a glare, they never fail to leave me breathless. Always pulling me in. Always disarming.
I know it’s dangerous, maybe even foolish, but I love it. I love being under his spell.
Under the spell of Soren Monteviejo.
“Your car… these scents. They’re unfamiliar. I don’t like it,
