𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕
As I stood in front of the mirror, a swell of satisfaction washed over me. The fitted black shirt paired with the jeans hugged my curves perfectly, accentuating my figure while still managing to maintain an air of elegance. My hair cascaded in loose waves around my shoulders, and I had spent extra time on my makeup, ensuring that my eyes sparkled just right under the soft light of my dorm room. I wanted to look irresistible, and I could feel it in my bones.
As I walked across campus, a sense of purpose pulsed through me. For once, I didn't just drift along the sea of students, blending into the background. No, today was different. Today, I was hyper-aware of my surroundings, my gaze scanning the crowd with an intensity I rarely allowed myself to feel.
The world around me seemed to shift as I took in the faces of my peers. I reveled in the admiration reflected in their gazes, the way their eyes lingered a moment too long as I passed. I was aware of my attractiveness; it was a power I held and one that I seldom flaunted. Usually, I preferred to blend in, to avoid the attention that came with it—the unsolicited advances of those who thought they could win me over with mere charm. The thought of that made me almost scoff.
But today, that desire for anonymity was replaced by something more potent. I craved attention, a need that thrummed through my veins like electricity. I wanted him to notice me—to see me in a way he hadn't before. Zylan Sinclair, with his brooding presence and commanding aura, would find me impossible to not notice if I played my cards right.
Reaching the lecture hall, I paused for a moment, surveying the sea of empty seats. Instead of taking my usual unnoticeable spot in the back, I walked with purpose to the middle row. It was the perfect vantage point, the ideal position for his glance to find me among the sea of students.
I could picture it vividly: his eyes sweeping over the class, landing on me, lingering just long enough for him to take in my presence. There was no way he wouldn't notice me today. I felt a thrill at the thought—this would be the start of something new, the first domino to fall in my carefully orchestrated plan. With his attention secured, everything else would tip the scales into my favour, each subsequent domino leading me closer to my ultimate goal: making him mine.
As the classroom filled, I could almost feel the energy crackling around me, anticipation buzzing in the air. I tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear and took a deep breath, a wicked smile curling my lips. Today, I would seize the attention I so desperately desired, and soon, I would get what I want.
I always did.
