"Too late!" she thought, the words echoing in her mind as Ilkar approached her.
Sitting on her bed, she had no time to react before he pushed her back.
The force wasn't overwhelming, but the dominance in his presence made it impossible for her to resist.
She found herself breathless and utterly clueless, the sudden shift in his demeanor from that morning leaving her disoriented to this new situation.
He had left her on tense terms earlier, but now, in the middle of the night, he returned with a forcefulness that ignited her senses.
Instinctively, she became more protective, knowing he must want something. Otherwise, he wouldn't be here, intruding into her private space like this.
As he loomed over her, Eiravyne's mind raced. She tried to decipher his intentions, but his actions and expressions were as unreadable as ever.
She knew she had to be careful; any wrong move could lead to consequences she wasn't prepared to face.
