Isabella's POV
I struggled to breathe, as it felt like my heart was in my hands. I walked back to the dressing room slowly, my hands were shaking just like a leaf in the wind, and I also pleaded with my legs not to give up on me in the presence of everyone there at the club.
Fuck, why does this man have so much effect on me? He was like a storm, so intense and so nerve-racking, and no matter how much you try to see peace within the storm, it was just impossible.
And his red eyes... God... his red eyes were just like the red sea, so intense yet so captivating, they fed deep into my soul, giving me no room to know who I was in his presence. His eyes left me feeling so weak that I had to fight to stay in control of my body.
I knew he was all shades of evil, but why then was my body so
