Allen
I stood at the far edge of the marble platform, my chest rising and falling in heavy, ragged hitches, completely unable to tear my eyes away from Ezra.
The silver rays of the full moon cast a captivating, ethereal glow directly down on him, illuminating the rich crimson silk of his robes and making the gold threads shimmer. In that exact moment, he looked like the ultimate, flawless painting of ethereal seduction. Those deep, dark eyes searching the clearing held a raw vulnerability that set every single nerve ending in my body ablaze.
This was precisely how I had planned it. Every single detail. The sanctuary, the fountain, the garden, everything. I wanted to see the moonlight capture him in that bewitching manner, just like it had on the night I had proposed to him.
