Leave

They stared at each other for what felt like hours until Zeland finally spoke, shifting his gaze, to her surprise. He claimed his truth, speaking just as she had hoped he would. Naomi noticed the faint pinkness of his ears, and her cheeks flushed at the unexpected cuteness.

She wasn't sure what it was about him—perhaps the contrast between his intimidating presence and these rare, almost boyish reactions. But something about it stirred warmth in her chest.

Zeland, as always, composed himself quickly, and whatever softness she had caught a glimpse of disappeared just as fast.

After finishing their meal, she took a sip of water before Zeland stood up and reached for her hand. Without hesitation, he led her out of the room, their fingers intertwining effortlessly as they stepped into the elevator.

Naomi felt the warmth of his palm against hers, his grip steady but not forceful. She swallowed, suddenly aware of just how natural it felt.