Those eyes were darker than the night, sharper than a knife. Even though no words were spoken by the owner of the golden eyes, it felt like waiting for the death penalty in the stifling atmosphere.
The blonde Crown Prince withdrew his hands from the armrests before getting up from the bed, automatically making some distance between him and the only girl in the room. Meanwhile, the red-haired girl also got up from the chair after she was no longer trapped by the two arms that belonged to the man.
A pair of obsidian and silver eyes continued to stare at the golden eyes, waiting for the owner to say something.
"Oh."
Neither of them expected that it was only that word that escaped from the black-haired prince's lips after they waited for a while.
