Laced dreams

In the quaint coastal town of Cresthaven, where the salty current held up stories of love and mystery, the night held secrets that only a selected few could decipher. As the moon blommed its silvery glimmer upon the coasts, the beautiful and vibrant artist Zara found herself fascinated by the magnetism of her dreams, dreams that was of how she wanted her life to be, about her career, future partner, and everything worth dreaming of. Zara was always known for her wide and catchy graphic imagination, but suddenly, her dreams had begun to take on a life of their own.

In a consisten and disturbing order, night after night, she found herself wandering through ethereal landscapes, tutored by whispers that seemed to echo from another realm. With not expectaion nor clue, Zara was unaware about the progressive thinning line between her dreams and reality.

The dusk of a very busy weekday, Zara attended an occasion at Nike art gallery for the launching of a fresh art piece, because she had an unequivocal love for art.

Her graceful presence was swallowed in a fitted black body-con dress that intentionally hugged her arcs. The high-neck dress was a mesmerizing mixture of refinement and allure, with its dark color spotlighting her skin color. The edgy vibe of the brown leather jacket and a brown leather 5-inch slender stiletto ankle booth summed up a hint of waywardness to her look. A medley of carefully chosen jewelry; delicate silver earrings, a gemstone necklace, and a cuff-style bracelet; each piece created a harmonious balance.

It wasn't just her mesmerizing physique that made her command attention – but her endearingly dorky way of carrying herself. Her bright and doely shaped eyes that sparkled in her heart-shaped face with a perk nose, her cupid bow lip, and freckles smattered on her cheeks, all added to her whimsical charm.

Despite her clumsiness, she radiated inexplicable warmth, dozed with a sunny aura that drew people to her like bees did to honey; a glorious yet glittering mess and she knew it – and that knowledge became an addition to the irresistible charm she had.

After the official commencement of the event, the museum guide shed light on the artist and the meaning of the artwork that was just launched. As this was on, there was an outburst of a loud ring, which came from Zara's right-hand side, and with immediate shock, she turned her face towards where the sound was coming from and realized that it was the person who was standing next to her. The strange man, on the other hand, was calmly collected and didn't even flinch at the noise, immediately turning it off. He did this while still focused on what the guide was saying.

Zara nods frantically and immediately connects back to the guide's message. A few minutes after the short interruption, the little lecture was over, and everyone seemed to be moving dismissively towards the refreshment table, which was decorated with diverse easy snacks and varieties of drinks. Plate clamping with different inaudible noises filled, alongside a slow refreshing background orchestra.

The stranger with a faded smile "Hey"

"Hey," Zara exchanged pleasantries without even looking at the face of whom she was talking to because her face was fixated on her phone.

"do you easily get that distracted." These words dragged the attention of Zara.

"ohh" Zara strained the exclamation, "The guy with the loud ring."

"that's one way to respond to a stranger," he said with an uncertain emotion in his eyes. "you would have missed the most important part of the message had you not connected back," he said, not sure if she acknowledged what he said.

"Well, if I did miss then it'd be on your lousiness. Zara is the name." She said while extending her hand to receivev a handshake. As their palm melted in each others embrace, Zara's gaze tilted upward, locking onto the sexiest chiseled features of the man before her. Her initially firm handshake faltered instantly as she was caught amidst the struggle to comprehend the sheer perfection of the human before her, with a blazing dominant and dark aura. His well-tailored black tuxedo sunk on his perfectly crafted physique with intentional precision, accentuating the remarkable broadness of his shoulders, well sculpted chest, and pretty lean waist. It was as though the fit was intently made to emphasize every ripple of muscle he had beneath the fabric, leaving Zara's imagination to hopelessly wander about the impressive body hidden under the sleek fabric.

The breathlessness his face left her in was unthinkable. Strong, angular lines defined his jawline, cheeks, and nose, as if created by the divine hands of a master sculptor, was breathtakingly beautiful and dangerously intimidating. His ocean eyes sparkled danger and intelligence with a mixture of familiarity, drawing her into utmost awe.

"Deen," he said, feeling his senses reel, his thoughts growing foggy, and his pulse quickening, as he takes in the most exquisite woman he has ever seen. He felt struck with an unsettling realization of the enchanting beauty he was staring at, one who seemed almost too perfect. But all these emotions were bottled in as he was bent on keeping up with his dominant and emotionless aura.