The tension between Deyonjay and Krissan had reached a boiling point. The confrontation with the Delgado family had stirred emotions they had long kept buried. Back at their mansion, the atmosphere crackled with an electric charge, a mixture of anger, passion, and unresolved desire.
That evening, after putting Elena to bed, Krissan found herself wandering through the dimly lit corridors of their home. Her mind was racing, filled with memories of the confrontation, of Deyonjay’s protective stance, and of the lingering looks they had exchanged. She found herself in the study, staring out the window at the moonlit garden.
Deyonjay entered the room silently, watching her. The sight of her standing there, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, stirred something primal within him. He walked up
