When he smiled at them, as if he could feel their gazes, their hearts beat faster. And something new—unsettling, intimate, dangerous—began to bloom inside them.
Something that, with time… would flourish.
The meal passed peacefully. The atmosphere seemed more fragrant and sweet, as if the scents mingled with the hidden thoughts of each of the women present. There were smiles, but also heavy silences. There was desire in the midst of breakfast, but it was subtle, pulsing like an underground current that refused to fade. Each of them—Astrid, Isis, Stella, Sylvia, Zia, and Sofia—was immersed in her own contemplation, trying to digest not just the food... but also the feelings growing in their hearts.
Desire. Longing. Attachment.
No matter how much they tried to maintain composure, the young man at the center of it all had become the new gravitational point of their lives. He had become… inevitable.
