When I met his gaze, I should have looked away—but I couldn’t. His eyes held a dangerous kind of magic, pulling me in, making my pulse race. Instead of resisting, I decided to play along. A smirk curved my lips as I swayed to the rhythm, my movements slow, deliberate, teasing. If he wanted to watch, I would give him something to remember. His predator-like eyes stayed locked on me, unblinking, dark with an intensity that sent a thrill down my spine. He watched me—devoured me—with a hunger that made the air between us thick with tension. A slow smirk played on my lips as I let my hips sway with every step, closing the distance between us inch by inch. I could feel the heat of his gaze tracing every movement, could almost hear the sharp intake of his breath. And still, I kept going, drawn to him like a moth to a flame, daring him to make the next move.