The candlelight flickered, casting long, sinuous shadows across the marble walls of the steamy bathroom. The air was thick with the mingling scents of jasmine and rose, an intoxicating perfume that seemed to heighten every sensation, every touch. The warm water lapped gently at the edges of the tub, where Kaal sat, his crimson eyes burning with an intensity that sent shivers down Jane's spine.
She stood before him, her breath uneven, her heart hammering against her ribs. The thin fabric of her dress clung to her skin, rendered nearly transparent by the steam, outlining the soft curves of her body in a way that made Kaal's fingers twitch with the need to touch.
"Jane," he murmured, his voice rough with restraint. "Last chance to walk away."
She didn't hesitate.
