[Music recommendation: Mos Elian - Piece of Hope]
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The moment the door opened, Diana smirked, her entire body trembling with an intoxicating rush of anticipation. She was finally about to bring this godlike man within her reach, a victory she hadn't even dared to dream was possible before tonight.
She heard his footsteps echo softly through the silent room, but she didn't turn around immediately to look at him. She didn't want to appear too eager and risk letting her mask slip after coming this far.
The undeniable hunger and tenderness she had seen in his eyes earlier were things she had never witnessed directed toward anyone before. She wanted to savour that memory, dwell on it for a little longer, convincing herself that once the potion took effect, those feelings would only deepen.
And the deeper they became, the harder he would burn for her.
