Xylon's gaze locked onto Eva's the moment she acted. Her sigh carried the weight of her decision, and with deliberate intent, she applied gentle pressure from her palms against his chest.
It was as though an invisible force emanated from her, pushing against his body, creating a small but undeniable distance between them.
"Congratulations, Xylon Sinclair," she spoke, her voice laced with pain that transcended the physical.
The words hung heavily in the air, a stark reminder of the power dynamics that now bound them.
Her voice trembling with an amalgamation of pain, resignation, and an underlying determination. "That was your first order."
As he gazed into her eyes, he saw a profound change in them. They no longer held the confusion and vulnerability he was accustomed to.
