The atmosphere buzzed with tension and possibility, their bodies pressed together in a dangerous dance of power and seduction.
Each touch carried echoes of cosmic energy, reality bending around them as desire built to an impossible peak.
Then, without warning, everything changed.
Suddenly, Callum stilled. His hands dropped from her body as if burned. "No."
"What?" Samantha blinked, disoriented by the abrupt change.
"This isn't..." he stepped back, creating distance between them. For the first time, she saw real confusion in those violet eyes. "This isn't how it's supposed to happen."
"Isn't this what you wanted?" She reached for him, but he caught her wrist.
"What I want," his voice carried an edge of something almost like fear, "is becoming dangerously unclear."
Before she could respond, reality bent around him. In a heartbeat, he was gone, leaving only a whisper of power in the air.
