Xylon found himself in an unexpected predicament. Eva's firm grasp around him hadn't wavered for what seemed like an eternity.
In that moment, he couldn't bring himself to meet her gaze, for her em. She was unlike any being he had encountered in his long existence—neither demon, nor spirit, nor human.
Her reaction to his earlier words had ignited a storm within her, a tempest of emotions that left him deeply perplexed.
As she sobbed, her tears fell like silent rain, and Xylon realized that he had unleashed a torrent of feelings within her that he had never intended.
He questioned everything about their complex relationship, wondering if his actions had pushed her too far.
In the stillness of the moment, Xylon made a conscious choice. Instead of trying to extricate himself from her embrace, he decided to wait patiently.
He knew that Eva needed time to process her emotions, to release the pent-up turmoil that had taken hold of her.
