Aira could feel her heart slowly start to thump lightly in her chest even as she watched Zyren undress himself to reveal his pale muscular chest as he slowly moved closer to where she stood.
Her breath hitched in quiet disbelief. The air in the bathroom suddenly felt thicker, as though the heat of the water rising from the tub wasn't the only thing suffocating her. Every movement he made seemed deliberate, slow, and cruelly measured—as if he was aware of the effect it had on her and enjoyed it.
Instantly without waiting for him to get closer she instantly backed away towards the other side of the tub even as she fixed her eyes on him and opened her mouth to speak. The cold marble floor met her bare feet with a sharp chill that ran up her spine, grounding her even as her pulse sped faster.
