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The sound of his shoe clicking reverberates throughout the quiet room, causing my chest to vibrate in time. With my nails digging into my palm, I begin to formulate a convincing justification.
"Mind telling me what are you doing here?" He motions at me with his fingers to turn around, I feel the need to bolt out of my skin, the sensation of his touch gives me the hint that, I get myself into lion's den
The alluring sight captives me the moment I turn, he's tall, dark and handsome while sitting. But when he stands, towering over my not so short frame but still in front of his 6'3, my height seems nothing compare to his
"I-i think I may have entered the wrong room while searching f-for restroom " i mentally slap myself for shuttering like a fool, "my bad" i continue gulping down the forming bile in my throat.
As I wait for his response, he stares blankly at me with his usual poker face, his eyes piercing through mine with an intensity that makes my heart race. The air is thick with tension, and I can feel my anxiety spiking with each passing moment.
Our eyes become entwined in a captivating gaze, as if time itself has slowed down. He takes a step closer shoving his both hands inside his pocket, his movements deliberate and calculated, his pupils slowly scanning mine with an unnerving slowness.
I feel like he's seeing right through me, into the depths of my soul. The bluish light around me makes it more intimidating , suspended in this electric moment.
my breath caught in my throat, as he continued to step closer while I took a step back.
holding my gaze with an unblinking stare. It's as if he's trying to read my every thought, every secret, every fear. I'm exposed, vulnerable, and yet, I can't look away.
