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The city lights flickered softly against the rain-soaked streets, reflections dancing across the glossy pavement. Isla's heels clicked in rhythm with her racing heartbeat as she stepped into the dimly lit bar. She wasn't expecting anyone tonight, yet the tension in the air hinted at something… inevitable.

Her blouse clung to her skin, a soft sheen accentuating her curves, while the gentle sway of her hips drew more than a passing glance. She felt eyes on her before she even looked, a presence that made the hairs on her arms rise and her pulse spike.

Across the room, Caden lounged with a casual confidence, the dim light casting shadows over his chiseled features. His broad shoulders filled the chair as though the space around him existed solely for him. His eyes, dark and commanding, followed Isla's every movement, tracking the subtle sway of her hips, the curve of her neck.

Neither spoke at first, yet the electricity between them was palpable, a magnetic pull that neither could—or wanted—to resist. Every step she took toward the bar, he leaned slightly forward, hands resting easily on the table but brimming with restrained intent.

In that charged silence, Isla's thoughts spiraled. Why does he make me feel like this? Her fingers brushed the edge of the glass, tracing tiny circles as if grounding herself. And yet, every glance he threw her way sent sparks through her skin, making her shiver despite the warmth of the room.

She had never felt desire so tangled with curiosity, a raw, unyielding pull she could neither name nor escape. Tonight was the beginning, she knew, of something unavoidable. Something… gripping.