Kaya
I don't even need to step into the meeting room to feel Magnus's presence radiating through the thick, closed door. Rana senses him immediately—she whimpers and paces inside my mind, clouding my thoughts with a flood of indecent desires.
But it's when the door finally opens and I walk in that it hits me full force. His scent—rich, warm, and intoxicating—is too sweet to ignore. And now that I know why it affects me so deeply, it's no longer just confusing... it's crippling. My knees threaten to give out the moment his honey-gold eyes lock onto mine.
Smile at him, Rana whispers slyly, but instead of heeding her, I narrow my gaze, still staring at Magnus's breathtaking face. His expression shifts—confusion first, then a flicker of hurt—but I don't soften.
I thought we agreed to make him suffer, Rana pouts, clearly displeased with my lack of cooperation.
