Evaline:
I waited.
Patiently at first.
Then… less patiently.
Then with the kind of silent desperation of someone internally shaking a man by the shoulders and saying, Please speak before my heart escapes my ribcage and runs away.
But Alpha Elion Grey seemed perfectly content sipping his tea as though the world moved at his pace alone. The silence stretched, and stretched, and stretched...
Until, finally, I lifted one brow.
Just slightly.
A small, polite question layered neatly behind an expression that said - If you don't speak, I might cry from anxiety.
He noticed.
And a faint smile curved on his lip... subtle but undeniably amused.
"My apologies," he said at last, setting his cup down gently. "I was gathering my thoughts."
I didn't interrupt. My fingers tightened around my tea instead.
He inhaled softly, his gaze steady and earnest.
