Electric Silence
Victor let out a soft breath, the night air caressing his skin, with the subtle fragrance of jasmine from the gardens below. A gentle smile creased on his lips, one that was full of warmth, regret, and something more—something that had been shrouded in the layers of years and silence. He shifted his eyes in her direction, firm, violet eyes meeting Sasha's golden ones, brimming with earnestness. The night's silence enveloped them but with tension, as if even the moonbeams hesitated to continue watching what was yet to occur.
He moved closer, the soft crunch of his boots on the stone balcony floor the only sound after the faraway whisper of wind. The air between them was heavy, filled with unsaid words, and yet there was this fragile intimacy, this closeness that had Sasha's chest constrict with hope. Each small movement—his breath, the angle of his head, the careful exhale—spoke more than any words.
