[A flicker in the darkness. The torches waver.🔥 The shadow that shouldn't exist shifts—but when Elya blinks, it’s gone.]
Elya Verion
(Steps back instinctively, her breath uneven.😨)
Elya Verion
"You saw that, didn’t you?"
Kael Theron
(Expression unreadable. His fingers tighten around his goblet.🍷)
"I did."
[A silence stretches between them, thick and charged. Elya’s heart pounds—not just from the strange presence, but from the way Kael’s gaze lingers on her.]
Kael Theron
(Slowly sets his goblet down. His voice is smooth, but there’s a dangerous undercurrent.)
"But let’s talk about the thing standing right in front of me first."
Elya Verion
(Brows furrow.)
"What?"
Kael Theron
(Steps closer, deliberate. His heat is overwhelming. His voice drops lower.)
"You."
[Elya doesn’t move as Kael invades her space—like a predator toying with its prey. The eerie sensation from earlier still lingers in the room, but Kael is the real danger here.]
(Lifts a hand, trailing a slow touch along her wrist. The contact burns, even through her sleeve.🔥)
Kael Theron
"Tell me, little scholar… why do you look more afraid of me than the thing in the dark?"
Elya Verion
(Swallows hard.💓)
"Because I know what monsters like you are capable of."
Kael Theron
(Dark chuckle, eyes gleaming with something wicked.😏🔥)
"And yet, you’re still standing here."
[The torches flicker again. A whisper of something not human slithers through the room, just out of sight. But Kael doesn’t look away from her.]
Kael Theron
(Brushes a thumb along her pulse. Slow. Measured. Smirking when he feels it race.💀🔥)
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