Lucas raised an eyebrow, clearly waiting for her to answer, while Damon's jealousy practically filled the room. Kyra felt the pressure mounting, knowing whatever she said could tip the balance. She took a deep breath and forced a smile, hoping to defuse the tension.
Kyra could feel the weight of their stares, and the tension between them was thick enough to cut with a knife. She sighed deeply, realizing there was no easy way out of this. But she knew she had to be careful—her words could easily stir things up between the two men.
"Okay, fine..." Kyra sighed, giving in to Lucas's persistence. "I love all the colors, honestly. But you said I have to choose one, so I can't just pick one over the others." She smiled gently, her fingers brushing through Lucas's silver hair. "Silver... it represents the purity of our bond. It's like moonlight—calm, comforting, and constant, just like you. I love how it reflects your gentle side, even when you're stubborn."
