Taming The Charming Director
“So this is the place where you isolate yourself?”
There was something dangerously enchanting about the way she spoke, like every word she uttered held the weight of an incantation. It wasn’t just what Raellyn said, but her presence, every movement, even the way she breathed, came wrapped in an invisible charm that dulled the trigger of his anger. Odd, considering Arnav was never the kind of man known for his generosity, much less forgiveness. How she said it. Soft, measured, too deliberate for someone so young. Her voice didn’t stab. It seduced, lulled, cloaked itself in honey, disarming the very man who had once mastered the art of keeping people at bay.
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