Olivia Westview
James's blue eyes held me captive.
Without a word, he placed two fingers gently under my chin, tilting my face upward with a silent command. The touch was soft but insistent, as if he knew exactly how to guide me. My breath caught in my throat as I met his gaze, feeling utterly exposed in the moment. Then, with a subtle but undeniable pressure, he beckoned me to rise.
Like a puppet on invisible strings, I stood up. There was something about the way he moved, how effortlessly he seemed to command the space between us, that left me without question or resistance. It wasn’t submission—it was trust, a deep, unshakable bond that held me to him in ways words couldn’t capture.
As I stood before him, I saw his gaze flicker down to my lips, and a small wave of panic shot throug
