It was everything he desired, the goddess in front of him tempting his resolve. Julian stood there, his heart racing, his mind consumed with a whirlwind of emotions.
The air crackled with tension as he and Klea stood on the precipice of crossing a line they had never dared to approach before. The soft glow of candlelight cast enchanting shadows across the room, heightening the allure of the moment.
As his hands reached out, their fingertips nearly touching, Julian abruptly stopped. A surge of conflicting thoughts and doubts overwhelmed him, causing him to withdraw a few steps back.
The Roman dictator forcefully held down his advances on her, his inner turmoil evident in his tense posture and furrowed brow.
Klea's face gracefully approached him, gently placing her hand on Julian's back. Her voice, filled with a mix of curiosity and disappointment, whispered, "Why did you change your mind? Am I not beautiful enough?"
