As we retreated to Lydia's room, the atmosphere between us shifted, thick with tension and unspoken desire.
The door clicked softly behind us, and I felt the weight of the moment pressing down on me like an invisible force. Lydia's eyes met mine, shimmering with anticipation and affection.
The air was charged, and it felt as though every breath we took was synced, drawing us closer to the inevitable.
I watched her move towards the window, her slender fingers brushing the soft curtains aside as she gazed out into the dusk-lit landscape.
The light bathed her in an ethereal glow, casting shadows across her face that made her look even more captivating. I couldn't take my eyes off her, the way she carried herself, the quiet strength and grace beneath her royal exterior.
Every part of her felt familiar and yet, in moments like these, she still had the ability to make my heart race.
