The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

"Is it here?" Thalassa asked, her finger hovering uncertainly over the spot.

Lysander's hand lifted, enveloping hers with a warmth that felt rough yet soothing. The moment their skins touched, Thalassa's heart skipped a beat, her hand momentarily freezing in place. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself.

Holding her hand gently, Lysander placed it over his heart. "It hurts right here. Can you feel it?"

Laid against Lysander's chest, Thalassa could feel the steady and powerful beating of his heart through her palm. It was a rhythm that spoke of strength and a certain masculine charm unique to him. That heartbeat, pulsing beneath her hand, seemed to echo through her, quickening her own heartbeat.

Thalassa, who had just managed to steady her breathing, found it suddenly erratic again. She looked up at Lysander, both nervous and incredulous. "Your heart hurts? Did I accidentally hit you too hard?" "Mhm," came Lysander's deep, resonant reply.

Panicked and fearing the worst, Thalassa attempted to withdraw her hand to call for an ambulance.

Lysander held it firmly in place, his grip insistent. "You've

a well-played cello, stopped Thalassa in her tracks. She stared at him,

hurt him, but his unexpected

while now, but now you're even deeper," Lysander said, his gaze intense yet filled with a tenderness she hadn't seen before. Gone was the usual dominance, replaced instead

NOW PLAY YOUR

FAVOURITE GAMES ON

Thalassa felt as if time had stopped, their eyes locked in a

a drum in her chest. And in her

cold, distant, and imperious. To see this softer side of him, and to hear such words of affection, left

to lighten the mood. "You're still joking,

Aren't you worried about me?" Lysander asked, a hint of playfulness in

cheeks burned with embarrassment and a mix of nervous excitement. "Of course I'm worried," she protested.