When they finished dinner, Seraphyne observed Zephyir's attire with confusion. He was dressed in long, dark clothes that seemed to exude an air of mystery. The fabric clung to his frame, accentuating his tall and muscular figure. Evidently, his choice of clothing was deliberate, as if he had a secret to keep hidden from the world.
As Seraphyne locked eyes with Zephyir, she noticed a subtle transformation taking place. His once ordinary amber eyes slowly morphed into a mesmerizing shade of blue, captivating her with their intensity. It was as if she could get lost in the depths of his gaze, drawn to the enigmatic allure that radiated from within.
Interrupting her trance, Zephyir spoke in a gentle tone. His voice was laced with affection. "Honey, go back to your room and rest well," he advised, his touch grazing her cheek in a tender caress.