Mikaela cupped Alfraed's face with her gloved hands, her crimson eyes locking onto his with a mixture of desire and mischief. Her touch was warm, almost magnetic, pulling him closer as if she had already claimed him. Alfraed's breath hitched, his heart pounding in his chest as he tried to steady himself. Her scent—sweet and intoxicating—wrapped around him, clouding his thoughts and heightening his senses.
"Do you remember this outfit?" Mikaela whispered, her voice a sultry purr that sent shivers down his spine.
Alfraed paused for a moment, trying to recollect memories from his distracted mind. "You wore this similar outfit when we first met."
Mikaela's lips curved into a sly smile, her crimson eyes gleaming with approval. "Very good," she murmured, her voice dripping with playful satisfaction. "You were paying attention after all."
