Bound By Truth

a figure of magnetic authority. Her black dress, form-fitting and elegant, clung to her frame with the kind of effortless allure that only someone with her confidence coul

here was more to Layla than just the hard exterior. Beneath the poised surface was a woman who had learned to wield power like a finely-tuned instrument, shaping th

ssity than choice-an invitation extended to him by an old friend, though he wasn't sure why. He didn't fit the mold of the typical guest. His suit was well-tailored, but not extravagant.

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ut her-something that drew him in and made him wonder how someone could be both commanding and alluring at the same time. She moved with purp

e, but undeniably captivating. And there she was, standing at the heart of the room

d with his. For a moment, the crowd seemed to fade away. It was just the two o

right away, instead sizing him up, taking in his calm, almost indifferent stance. There was something about him that intrigued her-somet

h like velvet but carrying the weight o

unbothered smile. "I'm

Layla kept her expression neutral. "A

ne revealing nothing but sincerity. "Though,

amed with amusem

t Dominic didn't flinch. Instead, he leaned in slightly, his voice dropping an octave. "I c

so directly. But instead of retaliating immediately, she considered him. He wasn't

his gaze head-on. "And what about you? Do you plan to sta

nough to make Layla's pulse quicken ever so slightly. "I'm not here to s

ds. "Is that so?" she asked, her voice like silk wrapping around a dagger. "Well,

the beginning of something unknown between them,

ld hers with a quiet intensity. "I look forward t

sn't just another encounter. This was the start of something