It was then that Naomi realized they had spent far more time than usual in the room. The party had likely already begun. Zylan quickly slipped into his royal green suit, one that perfectly complemented Naomi's gown, as if the two had been crafted with each other in mind.
She hadn't expected this moment to feel so intimate. The way his fingers moved with practiced ease, adjusting the cuffs, straightening his collar—it was a simple act, yet it exuded an effortless elegance that left her staring.
Then, he finally met her gaze, his expression intense.
"Stay by my side at all times, babe," he spoke gently, yet his voice carried a quiet but firm warning.
Babe. Why did the most common word sound so rich and rare when he said it?