The air was thick with an intoxicating scent—enchanting, magnetic, dangerously tempting. Their hearts pounded erratically, bodies tensing as if pulled by some invisible force. They wanted—no, needed—to breathe it in. Yet they were terrified to do so.
Because if they did... they weren't sure they'd be able to stop.
Then, suddenly, Vayu stepped forward. His hand shot up to cover his nose as his eyes narrowed. He looked like he was holding back the tide with sheer will.
"What are you doing here?" he snapped, his voice strained and laced with barely-contained frustration. "Can't you just go inside and rest?"
His teeth were clenched, the muscles in his jaw twitching.
Kaya blinked, her brows rising ever so slightly. Her arms crossed slowly as her gaze locked onto his.
"Excuse me?" she replied, voice calm but laced with warning. Her tone wasn't loud, but it struck like a whip.
Vayu's eyes locked onto hers. His voice trembled, caught between irritation and restraint.
