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The soft hum of luxury surrounded Mia Donovan as she stepped into the grand ballroom, the walls gleaming under the chandelier's glow. At 5'6", she moved with grace, her slim but curvy figure accentuated by the elegant red dress hugging her frame. Her long, flowing light black-grey hair cascaded down her back, the contrast against her fair skin striking under the soft light. But it was her eyes—those piercing light grey eyes—that made her stand out in the crowd, drawing attention as she scanned the room.
She had been invited by a friend, though she wasn't entirely sure why. Wealth and extravagance weren't foreign to Mia, but this place, these people... they were different. There was a certain air about the event—untouchable, powerful, and dangerous.
As Mia took in her surroundings, her gaze collided with his. Across the room, standing tall and composed, was Lucian Blackwell. He was impossible to ignore. His 6'2" frame was a tower of raw power and command, his athletic build evident beneath the tailored black suit. His dark, almost-black hair was styled perfectly, a polished yet tousled look that complemented the sharp angles of his jawline. And then there were his eyes—deep grey, flickering with shades of hazel. They pierced through the crowd, locking onto her with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine.
Mia didn't look away. Something about him, the way he stood, the way he watched her, made her feel like prey. But she wasn't scared. If anything, she was curious.
Before she could tear her eyes away, Lucian began to move toward her, each step calculated, every movement deliberate. The crowd seemed to part for him as if they knew he commanded the room. Within moments, he stood in front of her, and the space between them was suddenly charged with energy.
"Miss Donovan," he said smoothly, his voice as deep and intoxicating as his presence. "Lucian Blackwell."
Mia raised an eyebrow, offering a small, teasing smile. "Should I be flattered that you know my name?"
"You should be more than flattered," Lucian replied, his gaze never wavering from hers. "You should be intrigued."
The weight of his words lingered between them. Mia could feel the magnetism pulling her closer, and for the first time in a long time, she wasn't sure who was in control—him or her.
Mia tilted her head, eyes still locked with Lucian's. "Intrigued? That's quite a bold assumption, Mr. Blackwell."
A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, though his eyes remained dark and serious. "I don't make assumptions," he said, his voice low, almost a growl. "I know."
Lucian's presence was overwhelming, the kind that both suffocated and seduced. Mia could feel her heart rate quicken as he stepped closer, his deep grey eyes flashing hints of golden hazel as he surveyed her, calculating every move. The space between them seemed to shrink as though the room itself was bending to his will.
