Aengus stared at the seductress with cold, indifferent eyes, even as she stood mere centimeters away, her presence overwhelming in its seductive power. Her crimson red lips, perfectly shaped, enticingly plump and juicy, were undeniably tempting. They looked soft and smooth, the kind of lips that could draw any man in like a moth to a flame.
A normal man, faced with such proximity to her beauty, would likely have been unable to resist, driven by primal instincts to close the distance and claim those lips as his own.
But Aengus was no ordinary man, not after the catastrophe at least.
Though he could acknowledge her beauty, his face remained impassive, his expression betraying no hint of desire or emotion.
