Eliza couldn't take her eyes off Damian, even though she knew she should. There was something about him that attracted her with an inexplicable force, as if her will were chained to his mere presence. His blue eyes, as warm and deep as the ocean, stripped away all her defenses. It was like looking at a contained storm, chaos about to break loose, and she, defenseless, found herself at the edge of the abyss with no intention of stepping back.
The air in the room was dense, charged with a tension that seemed to wrap around them like a dark mist. Eliza felt her heart beating strongly, as if trying to escape from her chest. But it wasn't fear consuming her; it was something much more primitive, something born from the depths of her being that made her tremble with every look Damian directed at her.
