Zora’s POV
Why are you not looking away was the question I asked myself as I remained motionless by the bookshelf. I mean I could have screamed or even pushed something to the ground and interrupt them and nothing would happen to me, I would just be able to leave but it felt like there was something invisible rooting me to the spot.
A surge of trepidation coursed through me, the weight of it causing me to hold my breath, unwilling to make even the faintest sound. The air felt very heavy, charged with an electric tension that sent a shiver down my spine. The scene unfolding before me felt like something out of an erotic novel, drawing my gaze irresistibly despite my inner turmoil. It felt like I was caught in a strange juxtaposition, wanting to look away yet unable to tear my eyes from th
