Celina turned around with a start, her eyes meeting his, which were so close, so intense, so dangerously restrained.

"You think you can provoke me like that and just ignore me?" Thor whispered, his voice deep and low, but filled with something she couldn't immediately identify. Anger? Desire? A maddening mixture of both?

Celina tried to pull her arm away, her heart racing, but she was paralyzed. By his touch. By his gaze. By the tension that was building like a storm about to break.

And it was there, at that exact moment, that she realized: something between them was about to explode.

The suite door was still swaying gently behind them when the heavy silence returned to the room. The tension, previously contained in the glance exchanged at the meeting, now took shape in the distance between them, like a storm about to break.

Thor still held Celina's arm firmly, as if he wanted to extract some answer from that warm skin beneath his fingers. His gaze was a battlefield—between th