Anton was silently watching the beautiful woman in front of him.
Adriana sat by the large window, sunlight falling across her face as she sketched design after design with fluid, confident strokes.
Her brow was lightly furrowed in concentration. The soft tapping of her pencil echoed gently in the otherwise quiet room.
'She looks… breathtaking,' Anton thought, his breath catching in his throat.
He had seen many girls before, elegant ones, pretty ones, and graceful ones, but none looked as beautiful as Adriana did while working. She radiated a quiet focus, an elegance that made her seem untouchable.
With a smile tugging at his lips, he slowly reached out, intending to tuck back the loose strand of hair that kept brushing against her cheek.
It was distracting her. And honestly… he wanted an excuse to touch her. The gesture, to him, was intimate and romantic, something that would make her look at him differently.
