Warning: R18....
The last pin slipped free.
Her hair fell in a silken rush down her back — white as winter moonlight, gleaming softly beneath the candlelight. Kael's hand lingered there, his fingers brushing through the strands as though tracing a memory he never wished to forget.
Nerine's voice broke the quiet. "Thank you," she murmured, barely above a whisper.
Kael didn't answer. His gaze in the mirror caught hers — calm yet deep, holding something unspoken. For a long moment, neither moved. The air between them felt alive, drawn tight by something both fragile and magnetic.
When she turned to face him, her eyes reflected the firelight — steady, searching. "You're staring," she said softly.
He smiled faintly, stepping closer. "It's difficult not to."
A breath escaped her as his hand reached up, brushing a loose strand from her face. His touch lingered, tracing the line of her jaw.
"Do you know what you look like right now?" he asked, voice low.
