In a gentle yet intense whisper, he queried, "Are you willing to be my cure, Lilah?" His voice low and试探ative, he held back a hint of urgency.
"I'll give it a shot," I replied, swallowing hard as his grip intensified. "Let's see how it goes."
His hand traced up my throat, his long fingers firmly holding onto my jawline. "Is that truly what you desire?"
Nodding, I offered a shallow sigh, watching his muscles tense beneath the surface. With a husky rasp, he spoke as if sharing a final plea, "I carry danger, Lilah. This is your final chance to reconsider."
Tension built within me, summoning every ounce of courage I possessed. "Then, prove it," I dared, my voice trembling slightly.
