Marcus POV:
When she passed by my office heading toward the staffroom, I couldn't help myself—I followed.
There was something about the way she moved that drew me in, even before I knew who she was. The way the fabric of her clothes hugged her figure, how her long, dark hair swayed with each step—effortlessly beautiful. I was already lost in the rhythm of her movement when I found myself standing in the doorway of the staffroom, watching her brew coffee with that faraway look on her face.
Her focus was so intense, so absolute, that I knew she hadn't noticed me yet. Her pulse was steady, calm... until I stepped inside. My footsteps were soft, deliberate—silent. But even the slightest change in the air seemed to set off her instincts.
I could hear her heart rate spike. She sensed me.
"Miss Rose... you really are a bit of a scaredy-cat, aren't you?" I chimed, enjoying the way her pulse quickened.
