[Warning: Mature Content]
Vyan traced a delicate line down her side, his lips grazing over the faint scar nestled just beneath her ribs. "It's funny," he murmured, the words a whisper against her skin. "I thought I knew you. But there is so much more beneath the surface, waiting to be discovered."
His fingertips hovered over the jagged mark, lingering as if it held secrets he longed to uncover. "A battle wound?" he asked, his voice a mixture of reverence and curiosity, the kind that only deepened the connection between them.
Iyana met his gaze, a playful gleam in her eyes, lips curving into a smile that was both bold and vulnerable. "Do you find it repulsive?" she teased, though a hint of past insecurities still lingered in her words.
When her memories were lost, she had worried about this scar, feeling as if it marked her as less than perfect—especially in a world where physical flaws were barely tolerated, and as Easton's future bride, she was expected to be flawless.
