"Beautiful....And I really want to create a mess....A beautiful mess." His lips brushed against her ear with each word, sending a shiver down her spine.
His words caught her off guard, causing her to burst into laughter. 'You want what?' she managed...
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TAEHYUNG'S POV~
As the music started, a thought crossed my mind, "Isabella, you may have won battles, but the war is far from over." I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was to come. I stepped forward, my gaze locked on Isabella. "Let's dance," I said, my voice barely above a whisper, yet carrying an unmistakable challenge. The room fell silent, all eyes on us, the anticipation palpable.
As the scene unfolded, the crowd's reaction was immediate. A collective gasp filled the hall, whispers of surprise and intrigue rippling through the hushed silence. The spectacle of a mafia queen being challenged to a dance was a sight to behold. The air buzzed with anticipation as all eyes were on Isabella, waiting for her response.
Isabella, her expression inscrutable. I held my breath, waiting for her response. Then, to my surprise and the crowd's, she placed her hand in mine. A murmur of shock rippled through the crowd.
Isabella looked at me, her eyes wide with surprise. But then, she smiled, a small, confident smile. "Very well," she said, her voice as cool as ice, yet carrying an undertone of determination. "Let's dance."
I couldn't help but smirk at her response."Interesting," I thought, He tightened his grip on her hand, a silent acknowledgment of her acceptance. "Let the game begin," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, yet carrying an unmistakable note of excitement.
As we moved onto the dance floor, the crowd watched in awe. The dance of power and defiance had begun. Each step we took, each move we made, was a testament to our resolve.
Now, we were in the midst of dance floor.
As I, took Isabella's hand in mine, I was taken aback by its delicate feel, a stark contrast to the formidable persona she projected. Her skin was cool and smooth, a silent testament to the strength that lay beneath. Holding the hand of the mafia queen was a strange sensation, a blend of danger and allure.
Despite the circumstances, I couldn't help but notice the faint scent of her perfume, a subtle reminder of her femininity amidst the power play. "You have a unique scent," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
She looked at me, a hint of surprise in her eyes. "Do I?" she asked, her voice as cool as her touch.
"Yes," I replied, "It's quite... captivating."
This was a dance, after all, a dance of power and defiance, and every detail mattered. The feel of her hand in mine was just another piece of the puzzle, another layer to the complex character that was Isabella. It was a reminder that beneath the title of mafia queen, she was also a woman, capable of grace and elegance, even on a battlefield.
As the music swelled, Taehyung led Isabella into the dance. His first move was a standard box step, a basic yet elegant move in ballroom dancing. He moved forward with his left foot, Isabella stepping back with her right. Their steps were synchronized, their movements fluid.
