A slow smile curled on his lips as Soren grasped the meaning of your words. His eyes gleaming with mischief as he leaned in closer, his breath warming the shell of your ear as he whispered,

“You love me? It will pass.”

He conceded, his voice soft and low as his eyes studied you intently. His gaze seemed to seep into you.

“Remember, this is all for show.” He could feel you trembling, and he found himself entranced by it.

“You're here to make her jealous, not to fall in love with me.”