After a long, heavy sleep that swallowed the entire morning, Olivia slowly opened her eyelids. Her body felt weighed down by lead. Blinking against the dim light, she instinctively turned her head toward the right side of the bed.
Those familiar green eyes were already staring back at her. For a long, breathless moment, they simply watched each other in the quiet room, until his lips finally parted.
"What is it, Olivia?" he murmured, a faint, teasing glint in his eyes. "Why are you staring at me like that? Are you looking to pick a fight the exact moment you wake up?"
Olivia remained entirely silent, her throat tight as she locked her gaze onto his face. She couldn't form a coherent thought, her mind suspended in a fragile, beautiful trance.
"You..." she finally choked out, her voice barely a whisper. "Mathias..."
