The weight of Michael's body over hers was both intimidating and intoxicating. Evelyn felt the heat radiating from him, a stark contrast to the chill of the night air. His eyes bore into hers, glimmering with a mix of frustration and something deeper, an urgency she couldn't ignore.
"Do you think you can just walk away?" he growled, his breath warm against her cheek. "You can't run from this."
Evelyn's heart raced, a mix of fear and desire swirling within her. "Let me go, Michael. This isn't…"
"Not a chance," he interrupted, his voice low and commanding. He leaned closer, his lips almost brushing against hers. "You don't get to decide what I feel."
She could feel the tension crackling between them, the air thick with unspoken words. Evelyn swallowed hard, trying to regain control. "You're being unreasonable."
