His Terms, My Surrender
I tensed under his sharp eyes as he took me in, his expression unreadable.
"Y esta," he said slowly, "debe ser la chica de la que he oído hablar."
(And this must be the girl I’ve heard about.)
Héctor’s eyes lingered on me, slow and deliberate.
A small smirk played on his lips as he took a step closer, his gaze traveling down my body like he was inspecting something valuable. It made my skin crawl.
"Hermosa," he murmured.
(Beautiful.)
Theo didn’t react, but I could feel the shift in the air, the sudden tension crackling between them.
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