Hastily, he reached for his veil and pulled it back over his head, his fingers trembling slightly in his hurry to cover his face.
Click.
The door creaked open, and Jiho stepped inside, her presence commanding yet gentle. She held a small handbasket, her movements precise and deliberate.
Her eyes scanned the room before settling on Mer Chu, who was trying to compose himself.
Jiho slowly approached Mer Chu, her steps measured and deliberate, her presence commanding attention.
Mer Chu, who had been staring at the ground, raised his head just enough to catch a glimpse of her through his veil. His cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red with each step she took, betraying his shyness.
She halted in front of him, a faint smile playing on her lips. Mer Chu's heart raced, and he averted his gaze, feeling the heat rise in his face.
