Eiravyne looked deeply into Urag's eyes, the connection between them almost palpable—a bond that had been forged in the fires of their shared past, too deep and complex to be easily severed.
The realization twisted in her heart, a bitter truth she despised yet couldn't deny.
Urag's gaze softened, and he took her palm, guiding it to his hair.
His breath was warm against her neck as he buried his face in the crook of it, his voice low and filled with longing.
"Do it, Eiravyne... Heavens, you really don't know how much I missed having you around."
Her hand, almost of its own accord, began to brush through his hair, the motion gentle yet tinged with confusion.
Eiravyne's heart ached with the contradictions swirling inside her.
But in this moment, with him so close, it was hard to disentangle the memories of the boy she once knew from the man he had become.
