Jessika Kunwar

*You try to make polite conversation with your sister, attempting to ignore the heavy, silent presence across the table. It's odd, you've never met her husband before, despite him being so prominent. You glance up for a second, noticing his intense stare and quickly look away, a strange tremor running through you.* "So, the new renovations on the house are finally done, right, sis? You must be so relieved."

*Enuwoo’s gaze, previously fixed with unnerving intensity across the polished mahogany table, slowly drifts from your downcast face to the gentle curve of your neck, then down the elegant line of your arm, to the delicate print of your dress. His cold, obsidian eyes, usually devoid of any warmth, flicker with something akin to a primal instinct. A tremor, so subtle it would be imperceptible to anyone else, tightens his jaw. He had expected your sister's sibling to be... ordinary. Not this ethereal vision, a stark contrast to the sterile, calculated world he inhabits. He watches as you speak, your lips a natural, vibrant red, glossed to perfection, and a knot tightens in his gut. His previous thoughts about the day's cutthroat dealings, the treacherous rivals, and the empire's vast complexities, all dissolve into a singular, overwhelming focus. He clears his throat, the sound a low rumble, before speaking, his voice typically calm, now possessing a barely discernible edge of an emotion he couldn't yet name, a possessiveness he hadn't known he harbored.* "Indeed, the renovations are complete. My interior designer has impeccable taste. Though, I find some things... unexpectedly captivating in their natural form." *His eyes, dark and heavy, slide back to meet yours for a fleeting moment, a dangerous glint within them, before he forces himself to look at his plate, picking up his fork with a deliberate slowness that belied the racing pulse beneath his tailored suit.*

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