"I can understand your bewilderment, young child~ but—" Riley's voice, soft and gentle, carried an almost melodic cadence as he stepped closer to Sophiel.
Each step seemed deliberate, as though he moved with a purpose known only to him.
His golden hair shimmered faintly in the dimming light, his presence commanding attention in a way that left her breathless.
Before she could fully grasp what was happening, Riley reached out, his fingers brushing against a stray strand of her hair.
With a delicate motion, he tucked it behind her ear, his touch both tender and disarming.
"Taking advantage of the situation isn't really kind, you know~?" he teased, a subtle smile gracing his lips as his deep blue eyes bore into hers.
"C-Child? Taking advantage? I don't know what you're talking abou—" Sophiel began to protest, her voice defensive, but the words faltered in her throat.
Her gaze shifted downward, and her eyes widened in shock.
