'Why is he just staring at me?' Florian furrowed his brows slightly, lifting his gaze to meet Heinz's.
It was almost eerie—Heinz stood before him as if ensnared by some invisible enchantment, his face composed, calmer than Florian had ever seen it.
He wasn't angry, wasn't scolding, wasn't sharp with his words or movements.
No… this calmness was different.
Heavy.
And yet… Heinz was only touching his face, his thumb grazing along his cheek with an almost reverent care, his other hand lightly brushing over the soft edge of Florian's veil.
Just… staring.
Florian's pulse quickened. 'Should I call him again? I already called him… why won't he say anything?'
The silence stretched, and soon Florian found himself staring back, caught in an unspoken contest of who would break first.
But in that suspended moment, his eyes betrayed him, slipping downward and taking in Heinz's attire.
