MOVING ON

"i'm irresistible, and you can't deny that, gisella."

a cocky smirk tugged at his lips, stretching across a face that was both infuriatingly arrogant and undeniably beautiful. i stood there, arms crossed, eyes laced with pure disgust.

because, unfortunately, he wasn't wrong.

eros di menna was the definition of temptation wrapped in trouble-his sharp jawline, effortless smirk, and a body sculpted like he'd been hand-carved by the gods themselves. but who was i to stroke a man's already oversized ego? if there was one universal truth, it was that men were insufferable, and those named storm or eros were a thousand times worse.

"you're annoying. go away," i said flatly, throwing a sharp glare in his direction.

he leaned in slightly, his presence thick with amusement. "and why would i do that love?" his voice was smooth, laced with mischief. "do you really want me to leave? we both know you don't."

that nickname. that stupid nickname.

"love."

the way it rolled off his tongue sent a swarm of unwanted butterflies straight to my stomach. i hated it. hated the way my body betrayed me, how my pulse stuttered just the slightest bit. but there was no way in hell i was letting him know that-no way i was giving him the satisfaction.

i was in my healing era.

i had spent too long piecing myself back together to let some relentless, smooth-talking menace like eros di menna worm his way into my life. especially when he was the type who never took no for an answer.

so, i forced my expression into stone, ignoring the way my heart threatened to misbehave.

because if eros thought for a second he had any kind of effect on me-he was dead wrong.

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𝒆𝒙𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆