Victor saw it again, the black hole of obsession.
Her gaze remained locked on his for a few more seconds after those words, and although that intense gleam was still there, something in him had changed.
It didn't disappear, it didn't dissipate… but it receded enough to make room for something unexpected.
A slight blush.
It was subtle at first, almost imperceptible under her pale skin, but it was there. Growing slowly, rising up her face like a delayed reaction, as if her body were trying to catch up with what her mind was still processing.
Serafall looked away.
That, in itself, was rare.
But it wasn't a sudden averting of her gaze, nor one laden with rejection. It was… timid. Restrained. Like someone who, suddenly, didn't know exactly what to do with what she was feeling.
Her fingers moved slightly, as if searching for something to do, some gesture that would break that strange vulnerability that was settling in without permission.
