The wine added a subtle warmth to their already charged atmosphere, each sip building the lingering tension between them. Ebilade set his glass down and took a step closer to Silverline, watching her intently. Every small gesture, the slightest twitch of her lips or glint in her eyes, seemed calculated, yet there was an undeniable magnetism that lured him in.
Silverline watched his approach with an amused glint, her eyes never leaving his. Her smile was soft, yet hinted at something deeper, a hidden intention veiled behind her graceful demeanor. She lifted her chin, meeting his gaze with unwavering confidence, as though daring him to get closer, to step further into her world.