Esme's attention drifted back to the mirror, a quiet smile gracing her lips as she watched Donovan's hand lift to the back of his head, his fingers brushing the spot where she had tied his blindfold into a delicate bow nestled in his silver-white hair.
His fingers explored the bow with a tentative, almost childlike curiosity, his brow knitting as he failed to identify her handiwork. "What… is this?" he asked, his voice tinged with confusion as his fingers lingered over the unfamiliar knot.
"It's just a little bow," Esme replied, stepping forward to gently guide his hand away. "Try not to fiddle with it. If you keep tugging, it'll come undone." She softened her tone, a hint of playful mischief in her words. "Besides, it suits you. You wouldn't want to ruin your new look, would you?"
