Leila stood poised and serene, her beauty impossible to ignore.
Soft candlelight traced the curves of her figure, lending her an almost unnatural allure. Her blue eyes were deep and captivating, and when they met his, a faint smile bloomed on her lips.
For a brief moment, Marlow forgot where he was. The tension he carried eased, replaced by a lustful fascination he hadn't anticipated.
But he quickly suppressed the abnormal desire growing in his heart. In that instant, he realized that his mind was being clouded by a foreign energy.
It was so subtle that if he hadn't been so paranoid and alert before setting foot inside this mansion, he might have completely overlooked it.
She's already using her magic on me! Marlow thought to himself in alarm.
Though his heart was churning with rage and apprehension, he maintained a slightly drunken look on his handsome face. He appeared to be intoxicated by the sight of the Enchantress.
