The view before Marcus was nothing short of intoxicating. As he looked down at Anya's stunning face, a surge of heat rushed through his veins, fast and disorienting, and before he fully realized what he was doing, his body began to move on its own. He leaned in slowly, almost unconsciously, his eyes drawn to her lips as if pulled by gravity itself. His hand followed that same instinct, drifting toward the curve of her hips, fingers aching with the urge to pull her closer and close the distance between them.
'Wait… Marcus, what the hell are you doing?'
