Those eyes afloat with autumn waters, a faint play of light and shadow, brimming with seductive charm. Yet, her lowered eyelashes and demure expression radiated a pure and innocent air.
The man bent down, his tie pulled open, his shirt buttons undone, revealing a slender collarbone, while his eyes showed an undisguised obsession and love for the person in front of him.
His husky voice was full of enticing allure, "What you want to see, I'll satisfy you tonight."
Seated upon the throne of power, the emperor willingly took her hand and plunged into decadance together.
To him, all of the world's power and wealth couldn't compare to the faint smile in the corners of her eyes.
*
Tiffany Lynch's recent days had been far from easy.
The man's heartless and indifferent demeanor that night still vividly haunted her mind.
The soft female voice coming from the screen was like a death knell to her.
Even she, as dull as she might be, understood what it all meant.
