A cat

At the expansive dining table, Hazel and Francisco sat at opposite ends, a tense silence lingering between them. The room echoed only with the clinking of cutlery against plates as they consumed their meals.

Lily, the silent servant in this grand mansion, served them with a demeanor that hinted at her reluctance. Once done, she discreetly left them alone in the vastness of the dining room.

Francisco's gaze lifted from his plate, fixing on Hazel. She wore a pink knee-length cocktail dress, a choice made by Francisco himself. His meticulous selection highlighted her perfect silhouette, the dress accentuating her curves.

As Francisco observed her, his gaze descended, unsettlingly fixating on her cleavage. A deep breath escaped him, his focus locked on her form.

Placing his hands on the table, he rested his chin upon them, intensifying his scrutiny. His eyes roved over Hazel's lips, fingers, and every subtle movement she made.

Unexpectedly, Hazel lifted her gaze from her plate, confrontin