Moselia's first actual meeting with Zayn
Moselia's gaze lingered on her reflection, her onyx eyes scrutinizing every detail. The black dress hugged her curves, accentuating her slender figure, while the crisscross backless design showcased her pale skin.
Her hair, styled in a butterfly cut, cascaded down her back like a river of night, its silky strands framing her face. She looked stunning, a vision of contrasts – dark attire against her porcelain skin, bold style against her innocent features. With a deep breath, she turned away from the mirror, ready to face the evening ahead, unaware that her life was about to intersect with Zayn's in a way that would change everything...
"alright mommy, I'm ready" she said as she walked down the stairs to meet her parents so they could go
Mrs. Thompson's eyes widened in admiration as Moselia descended the stairs, her beauty and poise commanding attention. "Moselia, you look stunning, sweetie," she said, her voice filled with pride. "That dress was made for you." Mr. Thompson, standing beside his wife, couldn't help but agree, his eyes shining with a mix of pride and concern. He knew the importance of this evening, the dinner party a critical step in their plans to integrate Moselia into society. He offered his arm to Moselia, his voice gentle. "Shall we, dear? The car is waiting." As they made their way out, Moselia's thoughts turned to the evening ahead, unaware of the encounter that would change her life forever...
As the car approached, the cameras flashed, Moselia's heart pounded but she quickly composed herself and smiled.
The manor was beautiful and reporters were all downstairs, guests entering in.
The moment our car stopped the door was opened and I got down along with my parents, steadying myself confidently.
As Moselia stepped out of the car, the flurry of camera clicks and flashing lights enveloped her, but she stood tall, her smile radiant. She descended onto the red carpet, her black dress glistening in the bright lights, her onyx eyes shining with a quiet confidence. Her parents flanked her, their presence a reassuring comfort amidst the chaos.
The reporter's voices rose, a cacophony of questions and requests, but Moselia's gaze swept past them, her focus on the manor's entrance. She took a deep breath, her shoulders squared, and began her walk towards the doors, her parents by her side.
As they entered the grand foyer, Moselia's eyes adjusted to the warm glow within. The room was abuzz with conversation, the cream of society mingling, sipping champagne, and making connections. And then, her gaze met his – Zayn's piercing eyes, across the room, watching her with an intensity that made her heart skip a beat...
Zayn's gaze held hers, his eyes burning with a fierce inner light, as if he could see right through to her very soul. Moselia felt a shiver run down her spine, her pulse racing with a mix of excitement and trepidation. She had never seen anyone like him before - his chiseled features, his sharp jawline, and his eyes, oh his eyes, seemed to bore into her very being.
For a moment, time stood still, the room's noise and chatter fading into the background as Moselia and Zayn locked eyes. Then, Zayn's gaze broke away, his attention returning to the conversation he was having with a group of suited men, but Moselia knew she had been seen, and she couldn't shake the feeling that her life was about to change forever...
"stay around darling, we'll be around, don't get into any trouble okay" mom told me as she and dad walked off to socialize with their friends
Moselia nodded, her eyes still drifting back to Zayn, who was now laughing at something one of the men said, his eyes crinkling at the corners. She felt a flutter in her chest, her mind racing with questions. Who was he? Why did he seem so familiar? And why did she feel drawn to him like a magnet?
With a deep breath, Moselia turned away, scanning the room for a familiar face or a safe haven. The sea of strangers seemed overwhelming, but she spotted a waiter carrying a tray of champagne glasses and made her way towards him. As she reached for a glass, she felt a presence beside her, and turned to find Zayn standing there, his eyes locked on hers once more, his height incredibly tall as she gazed up at him, into his pair of black eyes.
Moselia's heart skipped a beat as she gazed up at Zayn, her neck craned back to meet his intense stare. His eyes, like two dark pools, seemed to draw her in, making her feel like she was drowning in their depths. She felt a shiver run down her spine as he towered over her, his height making her feel petite and vulnerable.
"Champagne?" Zayn's deep voice asked, his hand reaching out to take a glass from the tray, his fingers brushing against hers in the process. Moselia felt a spark of electricity at the touch, her skin tingling with awareness.
As he handed her the glass, their fingers touched again, and Moselia felt like she was melting into his gaze. She took a sip of the champagne, trying to calm her racing heart, but her eyes never left Zayn's face. Who was this man, and why did he have such a profound effect on her?
"would you like to dance? Moselia?"
"How did-" she was surprised
"Your name?" He smiled.
Zayn's smile was like a whispered secret, his lips curling up ever so slightly as he said, "I make it a point to know who interests me, Moselia. And you, intrigue me." His eyes seemed to bore into her soul, as if daring her to look away.
Moselia's heart skipped a beat as she took in his words, her mind racing with questions. How did he know her name? What did he mean by "interests him"? But before she could ask, Zayn's hand extended, his palm upturned, waiting for hers.
The music swirled around them, a gentle melody that seemed to match the rhythm of Moselia's racing heart. She hesitated for a moment, her eyes locked on Zayn's, before placing her hand in his. As their palms touched, a spark of electricity ran through her veins, and she knew she was in trouble...
As the music began, it was obvious what the dance was, tango.
There was some people in the dance floor, but I guess we were the focus of attention.
His hand touched the skin of my back, his eyes never leaving mine as I felt electric run through me, I gasped lightly as he smirked, then he bent to my ear and whispered with a husky but teasing voice.
"Relax Moselia, it's just you and me"
Moselia's breath caught in her throat as Zayn's warm breath caressed her ear, his whispered words sending shivers down her spine. His hand on her back, guiding her movements, was like a brand, searing her skin with a gentle yet firm touch. She felt herself melting into his embrace, her body surrendering to the rhythm of the tango and the intensity of Zayn's gaze.
As they moved across the dance floor, Moselia's senses were heightened, her awareness of Zayn's body, his scent, his eyes, overwhelming her. She felt like she was drowning in the depths of his gaze, unable to look away, unable to breathe.
The music swirled around them, the other dancers fading into the background as Moselia and Zayn became the focal point, their bodies entwined in a sensual dance of seduction and control. Zayn's smirk still lingered on his lips, his eyes gleaming with a knowing light, as if he knew the effect he had on her.
As the tango reached its climax, Moselia felt herself becoming one with Zayn, their movements fluid and synchronized, their bodies speaking a language all their own. The air around them seemed to vibrate with tension, the chemistry between them palpable, like a living, breathing thing.
Zayn's eyes never left hers, his gaze burning with an inner fire that seemed to sear her very soul. Moselia felt herself getting lost in those depths, drowning in the darkness, yet unable to look away. His hand on her back, guiding her movements, was like a gentle command, his fingers tracing patterns on her skin that left her breathless.
As the music ended, Zayn's smirk grew wider, his eyes glinting with triumph, as if he knew he had claimed her, body and soul. Moselia felt herself trembling, her heart racing, her senses reeling from the intensity of their dance. She knew, in that moment, she was his, completely and utterly.
The clapping around them was what brought them back to reality, their eyes leaving each other as the cameras continued taking flashes.
Moselia stepped back and turned around to leave.
"Sweetheart Is everything okay?" Dad walked up to her.
"I'm okay, just need a Little air right now"
I couldn't understand what was happening to me and with Zayn's appearance, I felt like there was something that just sparked.
Moselia's father, concerned, nodded and handed her a glass of champagne. "Take a few minutes, dear. You look a bit overwhelmed." He glanced around, his eyes scanning the room, before settling on Zayn, who was now standing by the bar, his eyes fixed on Moselia with an unnerving intensity.
Moselia felt a shiver run down her spine as she took a sip of the champagne, her mind reeling with questions. What had just happened on that dance floor? Why did she feel like she'd been consumed by Zayn's gaze? And what was this strange connection she felt, like a spark had been lit within her?
As she turned to make her way through the crowd, Moselia felt Zayn's eyes on her, following her every move. She couldn't shake the feeling that her life was about to change, that Zayn's appearance had set something in motion, something that would alter the course of her destiny forever.
She walked through the backdoor, the restricted area, but just to a few...
Appearing in a maze, she walked through it, it was also a garden with a fountain.
She decided to walk towards it and rest, closing her eyes and exhaling.
As Moselia approached the fountain, the soothing sound of water enveloped her, calming her racing thoughts. She sat down on the edge, trailing her fingers in the cool water, feeling the gentle ripples disturb the reflection of the moon above. The night air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, and the soft chirping of crickets provided a serene background melody.
With her eyes closed, Moselia took a deep breath, letting the tranquility of the garden wash over her. She tried to quiet her mind, to shake off the feeling of being unsettled, but her thoughts kept drifting back to Zayn. His piercing eyes, his captivating smile, and the way he moved with a confident grace that left her breathless.
As she sat there, lost in thought, Moselia didn't notice the figure standing behind her, watching her with an intensity that rivaled the stars above. Zayn's presence was silent, but his eyes spoke volumes, burning with a desire to know her more personally, to claim her, and to never let her go...
Moselia's eyes remained closed, her senses unaware of the man standing mere feet away, his gaze devouring her like a starving flame. Zayn's eyes roamed over her face, drinking in the gentle curves of her cheeks, the softness of her lips, and the delicate slope of her neck.
As he stood there, transfixed by her beauty, Zayn's mind raced with thoughts of possessing her, of making her his own. He felt an overwhelming urge to reach out, to touch her, to claim her as his. The air around them seemed to vibrate with tension, the silence between them thick with unspoken desire.
Moselia, still lost in thought, began to stir, her eyes fluttering open as if sensing a presence. She turned, her gaze meeting Zayn's, and for a moment, time stood still. The world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, suspended in a sea of longing and desire...
Their eyes locked, Moselia's heart skipped a beat as she felt the intensity of Zayn's gaze. It was as if he could see right through her, into the very depths of her soul. She felt exposed, vulnerable, yet unable to look away.
Zayn's eyes burned with a fierce passion, his face inches from hers. Moselia could feel the warmth of his breath on her skin, sending shivers down her spine. The air around them seemed to crackle with electricity, the tension between them palpable.
Without a word, Zayn reached out, his hand brushing against Moselia's cheek. His touch sent a jolt of desire through her, her skin tingling with awareness. Moselia's lips parted, her breath catching in her throat as she waited, anticipating his next move...
The world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the depths of each other's eyes, suspended in a moment of pure, unadulterated desire...
"are you lost baby girl?" He smirked
Moselia's cheeks flushed as she felt a surge of embarrassment mixed with excitement. She tried to play it cool, but her voice came out barely above a whisper. "Just enjoying the view," she replied, her eyes never leaving Zayn's face.
Zayn's smirk grew wider, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "The view, huh?" He took a step closer, his voice low and husky. "I think the view just got a whole lot better."
Moselia's heart skipped a beat as Zayn's face inches from hers, his warm breath caressing her skin. She felt like she was drowning in the depths of his eyes, unable to escape the pull of his attraction.
Without thinking, Moselia leaned in, her lips almost touching Zayn's. The world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, suspended in a moment of pure, unadulterated desire..
Zayn's gaze never wavered, his eyes still burning with intensity as he took a step closer to Moselia.
He paused, his eyes roving over her face, drinking in the sight of her. "You intrigue me, Moselia. You're different from the others. You have a spark, a fire that burns within you. And I want to be the one to fan those flames."
Zayn's words sent a shiver down Moselia's spine, her heart racing with anticipation. She felt like she was drowning in his gaze, unable to look away. "I...I don't know what you're talking about," she stammered, trying to sound calm despite the turmoil inside her.
Zayn chuckled, a low, throaty sound. "Don't play coy with me, Moselia. I can see the curiosity in your eyes. You want to know more about me, about what I want from you. And I'll tell you, if you're brave enough to listen."
"Mr Zayn, what are doing to me? You ... Have we met before?"
She whispered.
Zayn's eyes seemed to gleam with a knowing light, his voice barely above a whisper. "We've met before, Moselia. In your dreams, in your thoughts. I've been waiting for you, searching for you."
His words sent shivers down Moselia's spine, her mind reeling with questions. What did he mean?
Zayn's face drew closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "You don't remember, do you? The memories are hidden, but your heart remembers. It's why you feel this pull, this connection."
Moselia's heart raced, her thoughts scattered. She felt like she was standing on the edge of a cliff, staring into an abyss of unknown memories.
Suddenly, Zayn's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze piercing. "You're starting to remember, aren't you? The pieces are falling into place."
Moselia's breath caught in her throat. What was happening? What memories was he talking about?...