Fiona stood entranced, her heart pounding as she gazed at the sheer veil that clung to her torso, its delicate fabric whispering secrets of allure and mystery. Before her loomed a figure of striking presence, his red eyes smoldering with an intensity that pierced through her very being. His voice, a haunting melody, sent thrilling shivers cascading down her spine, drawing her closer to his magnetic aura. What held her captive was the cascade of his flowing red hair, each strand dancing around his chiseled features, framing a visage that seemed sculpted by the gods themselves.
"Pardon me," he intoned, his voice a chilling yet tender caress that ignited a fire within her. Fiona exhaled softly, nodding as he lifted her veil, a moment suspended in time, where joy enveloped them like a warm embrace. Their eyes locked, a connection that felt both electric and eternal. The rings were presented, and with each exchange, a wave of euphoria surged through the room, igniting the air with unspoken promises. "Shall we?" she breathed, intertwining her arm with his, a silent pact of unity as they glided toward the dance floor.
They took their positions, and the music enveloped them, a symphony of passion urging their hearts, limbs, and souls to sway in perfect harmony. "I can hardly believe I'm blessed with such a unique and breathtaking mate," he murmured, his voice rich and resonant, twirling her with a grace that made her heart soar. "I'm Vangelis Humphrey Bloodmoon, heir of Bloodmoon," he declared, pride radiating from him like a beacon. A smile blossomed on Fiona's lips, her spirit ignited. "You must be an alpha, then?" she teased, her playful tone dancing in the air. He nodded, lifting her effortlessly, their chemistry palpable as the song reached its crescendo. "I'm Fiona Sapphire Silvermoon, heiress of Silvermoon," she revealed, her gaze suddenly drawn to the crowd, where shadows danced and secrets lingered. "Don't worry, that's my brother Phoenix," Vangelis reassured her, his grip firm and protective as Mr. Canelo approached, whisking Vangelis away for a brief introduction. Fiona stood amidst a whirlwind of emotions, her heart racing, caught between the thrill of the moment and the promise of what was to come.Fiona seized the moment to delve deeper into the enigma that was Phoenix. She strode confidently to the counter and lightly tapped him on the shoulder. "Sister-in-law," he acknowledged, not bothering to turn. "How did you know I'm the one?" she challenged, pulling a stool closer, her curiosity piqued.
With a playful smirk, he finally turned to her, his gaze a slow burn that skimmed over her, igniting an electric tension in the air. His striking blue eyes, like sapphires set against a backdrop of midnight, held hers captive. "I'm Phoenix Jade Redlunar. Don't ask me anything—same father, different mothers," he stated, his voice a rich, melodic drawl that sent a thrill through her.
Fiona's heart raced as she felt the weight of his presence, the air thick with unspoken allure. "Oh, I get it," she replied, a slight edge of defiance in her tone as she straightened, emboldened by the magnetic pull between them. "Are you single? Because you look far more mature than your brother." She reached for a drink, her pulse quickening, fully aware that this moment could change everything, captivated by the undeniable chemistry that crackled between them."Sister-in-law, I'm waiting for a true love," Phoenix declared, his voice colder than the marble floors beneath them. "You believe in that too?" Fiona laughed, the sound sharp and mocking, reverberating through the opulent halls. "I think you're intruding on a business you're strictly not invited to, sister-in-law. I'll take my leave," he said with an icy finality, rising with a commanding presence that made the air around them crackle.
"Call me Fiona, just that," she shot back, her tone unwavering, as she matched his intensity. He nodded curtly, leading the way toward the door, and she followed closely, her heart racing as they stepped into the dimly lit corridor that felt charged with unspoken tension. "You should be wise enough not to follow me, especially as an engaged woman. I hope you don't want any form of pillory from people about us," he warned, his voice low, each word dripping with a mixture of caution and challenge.
"How did you know I'm behind you? Nobody dares to talk about me, not even in whispers," Fiona retorted, her voice dripping with confidence as she wrapped her arms around him, her chin resting on his shoulder, fingers teasingly trailing along the fabric of his pants. "I want to have a share of you, Jade," she purred, a daring smile curling her lips.
In a sudden movement, he captured her wrists, pulling her into the nearest room, his eyes scanning for any prying eyes, the tension between them palpable. "Your parents are using this route," he reminded her, his tone serious, yet the heat of the moment was undeniable. Without warning, Fiona leaned in, her lips brushing against his in a fleeting kiss that ignited the air around them. "I don't want your boring brother to be my first kiss," she whispered, her breath warm against his skin, the world outside fading away as they stood on the precipice of something dangerously intoxicating.