SAVOUR: THE MAFIA'S BABYSITTER

In the bustling crowd, his gaze was fixated solely on her. Every subtle movement of her lips, the flutter of her eyelashes – they were the only sights, sensations, and thoughts he could not resist. His heart, which he often doubted its existence, yearned to beat only for her. He was not just observing her, but also guarding her from the envious gazes of others, knowing full well that her radiant red attire would attract every man's attention at the gathering. By holding her gaze, he silently claimed her as his without saying a word, for everyone in the room understood the silent power of his stare. The urge to be by her side, to hold her close, and share intimate moments was overwhelming him. The desire to吻她深情款款, even in public, had his blood rushing, each passing moment an unbearable torment. He knew deep down that she was not his to possess, yet he vowed to do whatever it takes, even if it meant leading her into the fiery depths of his own world. A voice in his rational mind questioned, "Is she your queen?" This question brought a devilish smile to his lips, a secret he kept to himself about her true significance.