His reaction was as predictable as the tides—the flicker of hesitation, the war between longing and restraint. She reveled in his vulnerability, the fragility of his pride. For in this dance of hearts, she held the strings, pulling them taut, weaving her own destiny.
His reaction was as predictable as the tides—the flicker of hesitation, the war between longing and restraint. She reveled in his vulnerability, the fragility of his pride. For in this dance of hearts, she held the strings, pulling them taut, weaving her own destiny.