The soft chime of coins against the wooden table marked the end of their meal. Aeliana leaned back slightly, her fingers still idly tracing over the edge of the hairpin in her hair, the weight of it oddly grounding.
Lucavion stretched, exhaling lightly before rising to his feet. "Shall we?"
Aeliana didn't hesitate.
The moment they stepped outside, her hand found its place—gripping his right arm, looping comfortably around it, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
Lucavion froze.
Ah.
Aeliana smirked. 'So it's like that, huh?'
He had gone stiff for a split second, his entire body tensing ever so slightly before he forced himself back into nonchalance. His usual lazy smirk flickered on his lips, but there was something else in his expression—something just barely restrained.
Heh.
This man.
This man who never lost his composure, who always teased and provoked with that infuriating arrogance—
Was weak to this.
