The contrast against her red lips was enough to make her seem unreal, like a vision summoned from a dream, or perhaps a nightmare too enchanting to resist.
She stopped by the bed, her eyes narrowing as they drank in the sight of the man lying there so peacefully. Her lips curved slowly, deliberately.
That smile was not tender. It was dangerous.
She leaned down slightly, her shadow falling over him, her red heels gleaming faintly in the light as her perfume mingled with the orchids in the air.
For a moment, silence ruled again.
Only her gaze, heavy with intent, lingered on the man.
Then, softly, like a whisper carried on the wind, her voice broke the stillness.
"…Are you ready?"
The man on the bed stirred.
The soft, almost teasing voice had slipped into his ears like silk, pulling him out of his stillness. Slowly, his long lashes lifted, revealing eyes as dark as obsidian, deep and unreadable.
