"You look good, by the way," Marcus remarked as he perched comfortably at the cathedral's edge, one leg dangling over the abyss below. His eyes glimmered mischievously as they roamed over Serah. "I mean, I've gotta say—even in all that formal attire, your body still manages to be well-defined beneath the layers. Honestly, I can't help but imagine how you'd look in a gown."
Serah froze for a heartbeat, her crimson eyes narrowing as she flicked them toward him. A faint blush crept across her cheeks before she swiftly turned her gaze back to the breathtaking view of Ilis sprawled beneath them.
"Do you always have to come up with new nonsense every single time we meet?" she asked, her voice sharp yet tinged with exasperated amusement. She gave him a side glance, lips curving faintly.
"Of course," Marcus replied instantly, his smirk widening. "How else am I supposed to keep you interested in a handsome man like me?" His tone carried that smug, comedic flare only he could pull off.
