Snow fell thick and fast on the winter night in Imperia. The fluttering snowflakes covered everything, as if time itself had stood still.
An icy snowflake drifted down, melting between their lips, the chill gradually giving way to warmth.
The surroundings were cold and silent. A gentle breeze shook the icicles hanging from the branches, sending ice crystals showering down with a soft CRUNCH that reached Lianne Lianne's ears.
She placed her hands on Seth Sinclair's shoulders and pushed with all her might, but he didn't budge an inch.
Only when Lianne Lianne was about to run out of breath did Seth Sinclair finally let her go.
Lianne Lianne stood outside the car, gasping for fresh air. Inside, Seth Sinclair's face was cast in shadow, accentuating the sharp, defined lines of his features.
He lifted his gaze to Lianne Lianne. His raven-black lashes cast faint shadows on his lower eyelids, partially concealing the darkness in his eyes.
