Eiravyne sighed, drawing her hand away from his face. She let it fall into her lap as she looked at him, her expression weary. "I'm-m. so tired of your ..games, U-Urag," she said quietly, a hint of exhaustion lacing her voice.
Urag's smirk faded, replaced by a flicker of something deeper, almost hurt, as he leaned back slightly to give her space.
"Games?" he echoed, his voice softer now, almost questioning. "You think this is all just a game to me?"
She glanced away, unable to meet his gaze, her fingers twisting together as she struggled to put her feelings into words.
"It's… hard to know what's real with you," she admitted, voice barely above a whisper. "One moment, you're serious, and the next, you're teasing me like nothing matters…. I don't know what to believe."
Urag sat in silence for what felt like an eternity, his eyes fixed on her with a quiet intensity.