Eva, her eyes still swollen from the tears shed the night before, reluctantly opened them to a new day.
The haunting echoes of her dismissal by Xylon lingered in her mind, casting a shadow over her fragile emotions.
As she tried to make sense of the tumultuous events, the first thing that met her gaze was a familiar face—Sylvan.
His vibrant goldeneyes locked onto hers, captivated by her with an intensity that momentarily stole her breath.
Confusion etched across Eva's features as she took a moment to register the presence of Sylvan.
His amusement played on the edges of his expression, adding an intriguing layer to the already perplexing situation.
The stark contrast between Sylvan's easy demeanor and Eva's bewildered state set the stage for a moment where uncertainty and curiosity converged.
"Sylvan," she stammered, confusion etched across her features. "What are you doing here?"
