บท 158: Scene At The Corridor

Esme felt the tension in her shoulder melt away, and the space between them seemed to vanish as he added, "We'll go to bed when you're ready."

"And what if I'm not ready?" she asked.

"Then you ask too many questions," he whispered. His eyes shifted to the mirror, meeting her gaze with a startling precision. There was a strange twinkle in those eyes, and it glistened, reminding her of an ethereal glow like constellations waltzing in an uncharted sky.

Esme's heart stuttered, caught between an unfamiliar fear and the unexplainable pull of him. "If you keep looking at me like that, I might truly fall into whatever spell those eyes are weaving," she said, her voice laced with something she hadn't dared to name before.