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The night breeze gently brushed against them as they walked side by side along the quiet street. The moonlight, like a translucent veil, softly enveloped them, casting a cool and enchanting shadow of Anna that captivated Pox. He followed her closely, ignoring all his questions and leaving behind the chaos of the banquet hall, feeling an unprecedented sense of calm. He vaguely realized that he hadn't experienced such a night in a long time, and a longing arose within him—to stroll with her through this nocturnal landscape, regardless of where it might lead.
Just then, a low and piercing engine roar suddenly shattered the tranquility of the night, coming from behind them like a pack of wild beasts charging down the street. Pox was taken aback; before he could react, Anna swiftly pushed him into a nearby dark alley. He stumbled back, her hand pressing firmly against his shoulder, his eyes that had just adjusted to the night plunged into darkness once more.
Anna pressed down on his shoulder without hesitation, her other hand quickly covering his mouth, signaling him to remain silent. Pox's heart raced as he felt her breath close to him—deep and rhythmic, as if she had already mastered this situation. In his memory, she had always been as calm as a fox wandering through the night; now, her composure astonished him even more.
Leaning against the cold wall, he held his breath, feeling Anna's fingertips resting against his chest. His rapid heartbeat contrasted sharply with her icy stillness. She was pressed against him, her gaze flickering slightly as she focused intently on the alley's entrance, seemingly waiting for some signal.
Several cars roared past, their tires screeching against the pavement like a pack of hungry hounds searching for something. The sound sent shivers down Pox's spine; he could feel Anna still close to him, her warmth faintly seeping through the darkness. Yet she remained perfectly still, as if everything was under her control. In an instant when the headlights swept across the alley entrance, illuminating her focused and calm face, he noticed a sharp glint in her eyes.
As the sound of the vehicles gradually faded away, Pox let out a slight sigh of relief and was about to peek toward the alley entrance when Anna immediately pressed down on his shoulder again and whispered urgently, "Don't move. Stay quiet."
Pox froze, looking into Anna's calm eyes and suddenly feeling an indescribable trust in her. He nodded silently, suppressing his breath as they stood together in silence within the shadows, listening to every subtle sound of the night. The passing cars quickened his heartbeat further; however, being in this shared shadow with Anna brought him an inexplicable sense of satisfaction.
In the darkness, Pox couldn't help but ask softly, "Who are they chasing?"
Anna smiled slightly, withdrawing her hand to pat his shoulder. A hint of barely perceptible mockery flashed in her eyes as she replied in a light yet composed tone, "As long as it's not us."
Though Anna withdrew her hand, she did not create distance between them; instead, she moved even closer. The intimacy between them was so palpable that Pox could almost feel her warm breath brushing against his face. This close contact made his cheeks flush once more; his heart raced as he turned slightly away. Yet Anna's mischievous eyes had already caught onto his reaction and she chuckled softly. Her laughter was sultry and low, teasing yet tinged with mischief.
Realizing that his flushed face had been exposed to her gaze, Pox panicked internally and hurriedly waved his hand while whispering, "Stay away from me... Anna, this is too close." His voice sounded urgent and somewhat awkward; despite his efforts to remain calm, the blush on his cheeks betrayed his emotions.
However, Anna seemed unfazed by his discomfort and leaned even closer as if completely indifferent to his resistance. Tilting her head slightly with a knowing smile at the corner of her lips, she leaned near his ear and whispered softly, "Oh dear, I didn't expect the esteemed Young Master Pox to blush so easily... With your tall and handsome stature, could it be that you lack experience?" Her voice was gentle yet deep, carrying an alluring magnetism that seeped into Pox's ear like an ethereal presence—her words were enchantingly seductive and seemed to tug at his very nerves with a deadly allure.
Pox's Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he struggled to respond, but her closeness left him speechless. He nervously swallowed, attempting to mask his confusion. The mischievous glint in Anna's eyes deepened as she tilted her head slightly, a teasing smile playing on her lips, seemingly relishing the young gentleman's flustered state. Her gaze roamed over his face with a playful appreciation, showing no urgency to create distance, instead lingering beside him and capturing every reaction he displayed.
Pox's heart raced faster, tension and embarrassment intertwining within him. He lowered his head, breathing carefully as if afraid to reveal any more of his emotions. In the silence that enveloped them, her presence began to disrupt his thoughts; that mysterious and alluring smile seemed to possess a power that slowly consumed him.
The distance between them grew so small that Pox's vision began to blur, everything around him fading into darkness except for Anna, whose existence was vividly clear. Her breath brushed against his skin like a gentle caress, and Pox's heart pounded as if each beat quickened in response to her proximity. He silently closed his eyes, striving to control his breathing, yet the tremors within his chest intensified, an uncontainable longing surging through him, plunging him into a desire he had never experienced before.
The scent of Anna's perfume wafted softly around them, mingling with her natural fragrance and slowly infiltrating his senses. It felt as though an intricate web was being woven deep within his consciousness, ensnaring him in its grasp. The cool yet tender aroma echoed in his mind, stirring hidden memories and clouding his thoughts, pulling him deeper into a haze of intoxication. Pox felt as though he were drowning in her scent, enveloped in a mist where everything around him was indistinct—except for her, who remained achingly real.
In the midst of this quiet silence, Anna leaned in slightly and placed her hand gently on his chest. Her fingers were as light as feathers, brushing over the spot where his heart beat. That barely-there touch felt like an invisible current coursing through him, penetrating his skin and seemingly reaching the most sensitive depths of his being. He sensed his heartbeat quickening; even his breath faltered. Anna's fingertips glided softly across him like a gentle breeze or a flame igniting on his chest, searing away his rationality and leaving him unsure how to react.
Her fingers traced lightly across his torso with a hint of teasing mischief, as if orchestrating an elaborate game. Pox's entire body tensed; he instinctively clenched his fists but dared not move too much for fear that this charged atmosphere would dissipate at the slightest disturbance. His Adam's apple moved again as he found himself caught in an inescapable conflict—his mind urged him to maintain distance and avoid this dangerous temptation, yet deep down he couldn't help but wish for this moment of intimacy to linger on.
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