As their embrace lingered, a palpable tension gripped her momentarily, but it gradually yielded to a soothing serenity. The gentle throb of her warmth against his chest was a comforting embrace, and he couldn't resist nuzzling the velvety softness of her neck, eliciting a delicate shiver that only seemed to draw her closer, not away.
Yet, as the seconds ticked on, a spark of realization illuminated her eyes. She withdrew from their intimate embrace, her gaze locking onto Tristan's as she spoke, her voice tinged with concern, "But what of Maria and Reginald? They must be frantic over my sudden disappearance."
A confident smile played upon Tristan's lips as he responded, "Oh! about that, you don't need to worry."
Eveloria regarded him with a mix of disbelief and curiosity, her lips curving into a tentative smile. "Really? Well, alright," she conceded, her voice trailing off with a smile that held the promise of newfound hope.
