His calm unsettles her—not because it is peaceful, but because it carries a quiet power that feels strangely dangerous. It’s the kind of calm that comes from a man who has lived long enough to stop proving anything. A man who knows the effect he has without flaunting it. A man who doesn’t force desire; he lets it simmer until she’s the one who can’t sit still.
He doesn’t flinch when she tests him with playful comments.
He doesn’t react instantly to her hints.
He lets the tension build, slow and deliberate.
And that is exactly why she loses control.
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