Lila is Mine

look her best, but also feel comfortable and confident. After a few minutes of searching, she spotted a dress that caught her eye. It was a simple black dress, but something about

her face growing red as she looked around the room, searching for a friendly face. But as she turned to head to the bar, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned around and was surprised to see a familiar face standing there. It was the mystery man who saved her the other night. Lila blinked, hardly able to believe her eyes. It was the same man who had saved her and the little girl from that demon the other night. But what was he doing here, at this party? Did they even know any of the same people? "Hi, Since is we're both alone, can we dance?". He asked She remembered how he had rescued her from an uncomfortable situation. But now, she couldn't help but wonder why he had bothered to look for her again. "Did you come here to look for me"? Lila asked "I was actually invited to this party" he replied "Who are you?" she asked with lots of curiosity. His eyes were cold and unreadable, and his expression was completely blank. There was no trace of the friendliness in him. "I'm here to dance," he said, his voice flat and emotionless. "Do you want to dance?" Lila's heart was pounding, and she wasn't sure what to say. On the one hand, she was grateful for what he had done before. The man's face was bathed in the light of the room, and Lila could see him more clearly than she had been able to the other night, when he had been hidden in the shadows. His features were sharp and defined, his jawline strong and chiseled. His eyes were a deep, dark brown, and she found herself unable to look away from them. He was so handsome. "What are you staring at?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. His voice was cool and detached, but Lila could sense a hint of amusement beneath the surface. She felt her cheeks burning, embarrassed that he had caught her staring. "Let's dance," he said, holding out his hand. He said it in a way that left no room for argument, but Lila found herself nodding anyway. She took his hand and let him lead her to the dance floor. As the music started, she could feel her heart beating faster and faster. He was an expert dancer, his movements smooth and confident. She tried to follow his lead, but she found herself feeling clumsy and awkward in comparison. His expression was still unreadable, but she could feel his eyes on her, taking in every movement. It was both thrilling and unnerving at the same time. "I'm Ron," he said, his voice low and measured. "What's your name?" She hesitated for a moment, not sure whether to trust him with her name. But something about his eyes made her feel like she could trust him. "I'm Lila," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. He nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Lila, it's nice to meet you," he said, his voice still soft and calm." It's nice to meet you too, Ron." "You're probably wondering why I'm here," he said, his eyes never leaving hers. "The truth is, I'm working with the quove just like you." Lila's eyes widened in surprise. "Really? she said. "I've been assigned to your institute and I'll resume tomorrow" he said again. Lila couldn't believe what she was hearing. This man, who she had just met, was telling her that he was going to be working with her at her institute. "I... I don't understand," she said, her voice shaking slightly. "How is this possible?" "It's a long story," he said. She wanted to ask another question. Lila's question died on her lips as she met his gaze. His eyes were dark and cold, and they seemed to hold a hint of distrust. She could feel her heart sinking as she realized that there was no warmth or friendliness in his expression. It was as if he was sizing her up, tryin