The next day, I entered the same space. The dome soared above, fracturing the light into countless shards, spilling over green walls and golden-framed murals. Morning sunlight danced across the marble floor, like tiny waves trembling on a calm lake. I wore the old-money-style coat again—soft yet structured—its folds swaying with each step, as if breathing in sync with the light.
I emerged from a quiet corridor; the air carried a soft warmth, the light like silk draping over my ankles and sleeves, brushing gently against my skin. And then I saw him, in the distance—golden hair curling lightly, like morning light on water; his white shirt outlined his form clearly yet softly, shoulders steady, eyes bright, trembling with shyness yet exuding a subtle sensuality, like light dancing on rippling water.
My pulse quickened slightly, though I breathed steadily. I couldn't help but approach, my voice playful, sending ripples across the quiet space: "The light here is softer than in any painting."
He lifted his gaze, meeting mine for a brief moment before quickly lowering his head, the corners of his eyes tinged with pink, like sunlit ripples disturbed on a lake. Every subtle expression exuded a shy yet quietly alluring charm—sometimes raising a hand to cover his mouth, the pages of his book shielding most of his face, yet his eyes peeked out to glance at me. His movements were soft yet carried unspoken attraction, like a faint, warm current drifting through the space.
I felt my heartbeat and the scattered light resonate together, my chest tingling and my fingers slightly restless, like gentle water flowing inside me. Sunlight filtered through the dome, highlighting his shoulders, hair, and eyes, softening and magnifying every subtle contour, radiating a silent sensuality. His shy gestures intensified the magnetic pull of the space, stretching time, intertwining light and breath into an intimate rhythm between us.
I drifted closer, keeping a careful distance, like floating in gentle waves. Our eyes met and shifted away, flowing together like water currents, shy yet seductive. Light refracted across the dome, walls, and floor, forming patches of brilliance that mirrored his shy yet sensual expressions. Every small detail whispered soft temptation, brushing against my senses lightly, sending a thrill through my chest.
Time stretched, and our gazes, breaths, and movements seemed to perform a silent dance in the shifting light. I realized this delicate, subtle attraction belonged only to this moment, wrapped in light and shadow.