The lust had crowded Finn's mind completely, blinding him. His mouth salivated by just looking at Sylvia.
He remembered the countless nights he had spent yearning for her, imagining her in his dreams with an intensity that bordered on obsession. And now, she was here, standing before him, a living embodiment of every fantasy he had ever indulged in.
The anger and frustration that had consumed him seemed to wane in her presence, replaced by a burning desire that surged through his veins. He felt powerless, as if he was under a spell he could not break. Her eyes held his in a hypnotic gaze, drawing him closer with an irresistible force.
He moved towards her, drawn by an invisible thread that seemed to bind them together. The cool waters of the lake lapped at his feet, a reminder of the reality he was leaving behind.
