Their eyes met.
A cool morning breeze drifted across the pond, carrying countless pink cherry blossom petals through the air.
For a brief moment, neither of them spoke.
It was as if time itself had come to a halt.
Amon's deep black eyes gazed into Seraphina's crystal-clear golden ones, warm and gentle like the morning sunlight reflecting over the horizon.
The world around them slowly faded into the background.
The rustling leaves. The singing birds.
Even the soft ripples across the pond seemed to disappear.
Seraphina found herself unable to look away.
There was something strangely captivating about Amon's eyes.
They were dark, almost void-like, yet instead of feeling any discomfort, they seemed to draw her in little by little, making everything else around her feel distant. As if drowning her into them.
Amon wasn't any different.
As he looked into her radiant golden eyes, he felt an unfamiliar warmth spreading through his chest.
Her eyes weren't merely beautiful.
