'What's going on with me?'
The disoriented thought echoed in Adrian's mind as he grappled with an unsettling sensation. It felt as if something was attempting to penetrate him, yet simultaneously, an opposing force blocked its entry.
The world before him seemed to warp and wriggle, a disorienting spectacle that left him feeling intoxicated, although he was certain he hadn't consumed any alcohol.
The intensity of the strange experience nearly caused him to lose his balance, but Isabella's timely intervention prevented a fall.
"Sir hero, are you okay?" she inquired, her voice laced with soothing concern. In the midst of the disarray, Adrian found himself drawn to the enchanting timbre of her voice, a desire surfacing within him that he hadn't acknowledged before.
'How beautiful…~'' a thought intruded into his consciousness, 'I want to hear her voice every day. I want her to sing with those lips of hers. Yes, I want her…'
