Gerald's POV
"The more we talk, the more fascinated I become with you," I said, my voice dropping to that intimate tone I reserved for moments that mattered. I shifted closer, bracing myself against the desk between us, never breaking eye contact. Her expression remained unreadable, like looking into calm water that hid depths I couldn't fathom. But I knew better. Behind that stillness was a tempest she kept carefully contained.
She stayed silent, and I found myself memorizing the subtle details of her face. The way her eyelashes cast shadows when she was deep in thought. How her lips pressed into a thin line when she was fighting the urge to say something she might regret later.
I wanted to uncover every mystery she carried. Every wound, every triumph, every reason she'd built such impenetrable walls around herself.
