The sun hung low in the sky, painting everything in golden hues. You were sitting on the porch of the Chateau, the wooden swing creaking softly beneath you, the soft rustle of the trees blending with the distant sound of waves crashing on the shore. Sarah was there too, leaning against the railing, arms crossed loosely over her chest, eyes watching the horizon but, somehow, you knew she wasn’t looking at the ocean.

The air between you was thick, not with tension, but with something else. Something that hadn’t quite been named yet. She caught you looking at her, a faint smile tugging at the corner of her lips, as if she knew exactly what you were thinking. You didn’t look away.

There was something in her gaze, something possessive but playful, like she was keeping you in her sights, like she was watching you closely even though she hadn’t said a word. The way she tilted her head, just slightly, gave it away. She wasn’t going to let you slip through her fingers, not tonight. Not ever.

You shifted, heart racing as the weight of her attention settled on you. It was electric, the air crackling with unspoken things, things neither of you dared say out loud. You wondered if she could hear the thudding of your pulse, if she could feel the pull between you growing stronger.

Her voice broke the silence, low and knowing, like she was pulling you into a secret only the two of you understood. "I’ve got my eye on you," she said, and it felt like a promise, like an invitation you didn’t know if you should accept or run from. The words lingered in the air, wrapping around you like a soft, dangerous thing.