Astron's gaze settled on Seraphina, his sharp purple eyes unwavering and unreadable. The corridor was silent, save for the faint hum of distant voices and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Seraphina stood a few steps away, her silver hair cascading down her back like liquid moonlight, her expression a mix of amusement and intrigue.
"We need to talk," she said, her voice calm yet laced with an undercurrent of authority.
Astron didn't respond immediately. His eyes briefly scanned her face, noting the faint, confident smirk playing on her lips. Then, in a tone as neutral as the cold stone walls around them, he asked, "Why?"
The single word hung in the air between them, simple yet laden with meaning.
Seraphina's smile deepened slightly. She tilted her head, studying him as if he were a puzzle she couldn't quite piece together.