Author's pov
Tiara could feel Enzo's breath hot against her neck, his face nuzzling into her skin as though he was savoring her scent. A chill ran down her spine as she realized how close he was. Her heart pounded in her chest, each beat harder than the last. What was he doing? Why was he inhaling her like this? She couldn't wrap her mind around his strange behavior, but the proximity of his body, the warmth of his breath, made it impossible to think clearly.
*What does he want from me? What are his questions?* Tiara's mind spiraled, her thoughts clouded by confusion and fear. She didn't understand him—why he was so obsessed with controlling her, why he seemed to think she owed him answers to questions she didn't even know yet. But more than that, she didn't understand why his touch affected her the way it did. It wasn't just fear—it was something deeper, something that stirred inside her whenever he got too close.
