My love

The air between us crackled with tension, every second dragging out like a thread about to snap. Giovanni's eyes were locked on mine, dark and unreadable, his gaze sending shivers down my spine. Before I could process it, he had me pressed up against the wall, his body heat surrounding me, making it impossible to think straight.

"You think vou can just walk away from me?" he whispered, his voice low and rough, sending a spark through me. His breath was hot against my skin, his lips so close that I could feel the ghost of a touch I wasn't sure I was ready for-but couldn't stop wanting.

My heart pounded in my chest, a wild mix of fear and anticipation that made my pulse race. His hand slid to the small of my back, pulling me closer, the heat between us becoming almost unbearable. There was no space left, no way to escape, even if I wanted to.

I tried to steady my breathing, but the way he looked at me-like he was daring me to push back, knowing I wouldn't-made it impossible. His lips brushed against my ear, his voice a dark promise.
"If you're going to challenge me," he whispered, his grip tightening, "then you'd better be ready for what comes next."

And the way he said it, the way his body pressed against mine, made me realize that whatever came next... I wasn't sure I could resist it.