Under her gaze

She was impossible to look away from.

Not because she tried to draw attention, but because she didn’t need to. The light caught the deep blue stone at her throat, scattering cool glints across her skin. Gold traced the line of her shoulders, elegant without being fragile.

Her posture was all precision—shoulders back, chin slightly lifted, every movement deliberate. Confidence wasn’t something she wore; it radiated from her, quiet and unforced.

Her expression was calm, almost unreadable, but her eyes… they held focus. When they met his, it felt like being seen through—measured, weighed, and not yet found wanting.

He’d met powerful people before, but none who carried it so effortlessly. She didn’t just command the room. She redefined its gravity.