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In the shadow of duty, Alpha Logan shunned the notion of love, a luxury his burdened heart couldn't entertain. "Emotions are a weakness," he'd declare, his voice a fortress against the world. Yet, Aella's arrival, a spectral beauty with a haunted past, beckoned him to question his own edicts.
"Why do you resist?" her voice would dance through the twilight, challenging his resolve.
"It's loss I cannot bear," he'd answer, his words heavy with unspoken fear.
Their exchanges, laced with the melodrama of unbidden desire, hinted at the possibility of solace in togetherness. "Dare we dream?" she'd ask, her gaze an invitation to the unknown.
"Perhaps dreams are what we need," he'd concede, their hands brushing, a silent accord forming.
Their story—a testament to the pull of destiny and the power of choice—promised a love both threatening and sublime. "With you, I might dare," he'd whisper, their fate hanging in the balance of those words.

As he gently tucked her damp hair behind her ear, his hand lingered on her neck, warm and inviting. She leaned back into his touch with a contented sigh.
"You've been thinking about this, haven't you?" she teased, feeling the undeniable proof against her.
He chuckled, his breath hot on her ear. "You have no idea."
His fingers brushed lightly over the fabric of her blue bathrobe, eliciting a sharp inhale from her. "Zeidan..."
"What is it?" His voice was a low rumble, rich with desire.
She bit her lip, a coy smile playing on her lips. "Do you always get what you want?"
"Only when it's you," he murmured, his hand pausing at the rise of her chest.
A soft moan escaped her as his touch sent a jolt through her. "Mmh... don't stop."
He scooped her into his arms with a grin. "As you wish."
On the bed now, she looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with invitation. "Well? Are you just going to stand there?"
In response, Zeidan shed his shirt, the black fabric falling away. "Patience," he said, his voice teasing, "isn't always a virtue."