The carriage moved silently through the forest, the shadows of the trees dancing lightly across the wooden walls. Inside, Jax's gaze was fixed on her chest, following the curve of her breasts under the cloak. The young maiden could feel it—the weight of his stare on her body. A soft warmth spread across her cheeks, and her lips parted slightly.
Jax's voice broke the silence, low and soft, almost hypnotic. "How rude… I don't even know your name," he said, his tone provocative, like it was caressing the air between them.
She swallowed, her heart racing, and whispered, "My name… is Lady Seraphina," her voice trembling as she blushed, the name sounding delicate, noble, fragile yet alluring.
Jax tilted his head, a small smile forming on his lips. His gaze lingered on her, intense and hungry, like a wolf eyeing a plump lamb.
