Amara's golden eyes stayed on Lucian for a brief moment longer, her gaze calm yet piercing, as though she were reading something far deeper than what lay on the surface. Then, without a word, she began walking toward him, her steps unhurried, her expression relaxed, a gentle smile resting on her lips. There was no hostility in her posture, no trace of pressure, yet the invisible weight of her presence alone caused the surrounding space to feel subtly heavier.
"Such a handsome young man," she said softly, her voice warm and smooth, "what is your name?" She asked calmly, her tone carrying neither accusation nor threat, only mild curiosity.
"I'm Lucian. Lucian Darkheart," Lucian replied, meeting Amara's eyes head-on. Despite the calmness he tried to maintain, he could feel his heart beating slightly faster as he stared into those golden irises.
