We are All Mortal,
Until The First Kiss,
And The Second…
Glass of Wine.
Eduardo Galeano
Moments later, they found themselves in his car, the silence between them thick and heavy, stifling any attempt at conversation.
Manya forced herself to gaze out the window, desperately searching for anything to distract her from the man sitting beside her. Yet, no matter how hard she tried, his presence was an undeniable force, looming like a shadow that swallowed her whole.
He radiated a raw, magnetic dominance that sent shivers through her very core. The bond that tethered them only intensified the sensation, amplifying each breath he took and every subtle movement of his hands on the steering wheel.
Her thoughts spiralled as she fought against it. This wasn’t just her mind; it felt like a
