As the two of them gently moved to the rhythm of the melody, Sylvia couldn't help but fall into a trance.
The man's gaze was so captivating that she found herself drowning within his black irises.
Soon the people around her faded, the surrounding chatter disappeared and even the melody ceased to exist.
All she could see was the man in front of her and the warm disarming smile on his ridiculously handsome face that was only for her.
Sylvia knew that she was dancing with the devil, behind held so close to him that his scent tickled her nose.
He had bullied her countless times, tortured her with his words and actions, and even put a leash around her.
The man was pure evil. She knew that, but right this second, all those bad memories had conveniently disappeared and she couldn't fight his allure.
It was as if she was under a spell and enjoyed his attention even though she knew that it was probably not genuine.
