"Did you manage to get those women's names?" Esme inquired, casting a glance to her side. An orange glow appeared, and a young man clad in black emerged as he caught her words. He turned his gaze toward her, noticing her hands folded and her eyes averted, suggesting her dissatisfaction with his abrupt arrival after leaving.
"Are you feeling jealous?" Ryuk inquired with a small smile, amused by her reaction. As he looked at Esme, their eyes connected for a brief moment, causing the illusion on her face to vanish and revealing her smooth, creamy complexion, immaculate skin, and striking, deep golden eyes beneath elegantly arched brows.
"Absolutely, and it's intense," Esme declared without hesitation, her gaze locked onto the deep amber eyes that seemed to narrow, as if peering into her very soul. The reflection she saw was solely her own, drawing her closer until she stood just four inches away despite the height difference.