Charming
Lena
But as much as she tried to convince herself otherwise, a part of her couldn’t deny it. That damn mafia boss had an aura about him that she couldn’t shake off. Hot? No. Scary? Yes. But there was something else too, something raw, something dangerous that she could feel deep in her chest.
Lena
"God, I sound like one of those ridiculous Wattpad stories," she scoffed, rolling her eyes. "That’s exactly what I need. A dangerous, brooding mafia boss to come in and sweep me off my feet. Get a grip, Lena."
Lena
The thought made her laugh bitterly. It was absurd, right? How could she possibly be attracted to the man who had kidnapped her and thrown her into the sea? The very idea made her stomach twist with disgust.
Lena
But then, the image of him flashed in her mind again—his dark, piercing eyes, the hard set of his jaw, the way his commanding presence seemed to fill the entire room. It was the way he carried himself, as if the entire world bent to his will. The sheer power he radiated.
Lena
No. No, stop it, Lena.
Lena
Her heart skipped a beat as she snapped herself out of it, gripping the seat harder, her knuckles white. She shook her head, trying to clear the thoughts that had no business in her mind.
She was not some delusional girl in a romance novel. She was not going to fall for him. He was dangerous. Cold. A monster, for God’s sake.
Lena
"Get it together," she whispered to herself, fighting the twisted attraction that she couldn’t deny was there. "He’s not the hero of some damn fairytale. He’s a criminal. He tried to kill you. Remember that, Lena."
Lena
The car slowed as they approached her house, but the moment felt distant. She barely noticed it as she stared blankly out of the window. That thought, that dark allure of the mafia boss, kept pulling her in. She couldn’t shake it.
Lena
"Forget him," she said, her voice louder this time, a snap in her tone. "You’re not that stupid."
She took a deep breath, steadying herself. She was not going to become one of those girls who fawned over some man because he was dark and mysterious. No. She had to focus on the reality of it.
Lena
He wasn’t some prince charming; he wasn’t the dangerous hero of a romantic fantasy. He was a cold-blooded, manipulative criminal.
"You’re a mess, Lena," she muttered as the car turned into her driveway. "Get a grip."
The car stopped, and she was finally home.
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