Isabella gazed at the faint scar on William's shoulder, her fingertips tracing it gently. It was a stark reminder of the danger he faced, and how vulnerable he could be despite his strength.
"Does it cause any pain?" She asked softly, her eyes never leaving the mark on his skin. The atmosphere in the room had shifted, becoming noticeably more intimate due to their closeness.
"No, it doesn't," came William's calm reply. His voice was steady, but he could feel an odd tension in the air. Their proximity felt a bit too intimate for his liking, causing a strange flutter in his stomach. He turned his gaze away, attempting to put some metaphorical distance between them.
Yet, Isabella seemed oblivious to the mounting awkwardness. Her attention was solely on his scar, her eyes filled with a concern that made William's heart stir.