Pyris wasn't just charming—he was dangerous.
It wasn't a matter of looks alone, though those certainly played their part. No, it was something more. An ability, an aura, an insidious pull that made him appear to women—especially older, powerful women—like the ideal. Like everything they had ever sought, ever imagined, ever longed for in a man.
And he knew it.
He knew how to wield it, how to plant seeds in the minds of women who should have been untouchable. Women who had spent centuries building walls, mastering control, unshakable in their presence—until he stepped into their world. Until he looked at them a certain way, spoke in a tone that carried more weight than just words, touched them with just enough intention to make them remember.
Remember what it felt like to be desired.
