NYQXEE’S POV
The scent of vanilla and honey engulfs me, wrapping around me like a warm embrace. My breath hitches, my chest tightens, and for a moment, I forget how to breathe. Then, I see him.
A man walks into the room, tall and commanding, his very presence demanding attention. He is the most breathtakingly gorgeous man I've ever laid eyes on, thick jet-black hair, striking dark blue eyes that burn with an intensity I've never known, high cheekbones, and a body sculpted like a Greek god. The air shifts with his arrival, and I wince at the overwhelming power radiating from him.
But then, he smiles. Just a small, gentle smile. My heart stutters.
'Nyqxee!' My wolf’s voice breaks through the haze in my mind, frantic, but I can barely register her urgency.
"Hello, love," he murmurs, his
