The room was thick with heat. Not from the weather—but from anticipation. Tension hummed through the air, sharp as a drawn blade. Charles stood at the edge of the suite's massive bed, muscles taut beneath his shirt. Across from him, Erika leaned against the window, city lights glowing behind her like a stage spotlight. Her lips were parted, pupils dilated, breath uneven.
She had come to him tonight without warning.
Just hours ago, she was cold and calculating—the sharp-eyed intelligence agent working for an unknown organization that wanted to control him. But now? Something had shifted in her demeanor, as if something primal had clawed its way up from beneath her perfect mask.
Charles didn't move.
He didn't need to.
The Lust Sync had already kicked in the moment she touched the door handle.
[Lust Sync Activated]
[Target: Erika Langford]
[Emotional Barrier: Fragmented (42%)]
[Physical Response: Accelerated. Hormonal Spike Detected.]
[Desire Level: 86% and rising.]
