Her heart pounded as he reached up, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, and it sent a shiver down her spine.
"Alejandro," she murmured, her voice a mix of warning and longing.
He hesitated, his hand lingering near her cheek. "This isn't a line I should cross," he said, his voice low and filled with restraint.
"And yet..." Diana whispered, her words hanging in the air.
The tension between them was electric, the unspoken desire crackling like a live wire. Neither moved, caught in the gravity of the moment, until the sound of approaching footsteps shattered the spell.
Alejandro stepped back abruptly, his expression guarded once more. Diana turned away, her cheeks flushed as the headman reappeared, oblivious to what had just transpired.
