Blaze could feel his skin burning under the weight of Seraphina’s gaze. It wasn’t just the heat of embarrassment but something deeper, something primal that unsettled him in ways he couldn't articulate. Her eyes, dark and intense, traced the lines of his face, down his neck, lingering on his chest. It was a look that made his blood run hot, made him want to look away, but he couldn’t; he was trapped in her gaze, a prisoner to the moment.
“You shouldn’t have done this,” he finally muttered, his voice rough as he ran a hand through his hair, trying to find his footing in the shifting ground beneath him. His mind was spinning, caught between the anger he felt toward her and the heat that was rising in his chest, threatening to consume him.
Seraphina’s expression shifted, her lips curving in
