For a reason that he couldn't identify, Zephyr didn't use his power to kill or even throw away this imposter girl.
Zephyr, his patience wearing thin, made a decisive move.
He swiftly grabbed a sheet from his luxurious bed and flung it towards the girl, a desperate attempt to halt the explicit display that had unfolded before him.
But the girl, determined and seemingly undeterred by the makeshift barrier, clung to his imposing form, her lithe figure a stark contrast to his.
He attempted to withdraw, to put distance between himself and the seductive stranger, but she mirrored his every movement.
Her resolve was unyielding as she stood before him, fully exposed, her bare form a provocative testament to her audacity.
She seemed intent on preventing him from leaving the room, her eyes burning with an intensity that was both captivating and unsettling.
