"Aria?" Hillary says, his voice sharp yet low and restrained, steadying himself as he walks slowly toward Victoria.
His face is hard, the kind of expression that could make anyone panic under its weight, a look that leaves little room for softness or compromise.
Each step he takes is measured, deliberate, almost dragging out the tension that already thickens the air between them.
The more he moves closer, the more his eyes lock onto Victoria, holding her in place as if she is trapped beneath his piercing stare.
She cannot move, cannot breathe properly, her body responding against her will as a faint tremor runs through her.
"So you really think there's something going on between me and my former servant?" he asks, his voice still low, heavy with restrained force.
