ELARA
That's when I saw it...
The faint red lines dragging across the whites of his eyes. They weren't just tired, they looked like raw pain mixed with something purely darker. Staring into them felt dangerously intimate, like they were pulling me in against my will. I tried to look away, but Jeremy was faster. His fingers tightened gently but firmly around my chin, forcing my gaze back to his.
"We can't…" I faltered, my voice barely above a whisper. "We can't do this here."
His expression hardened, eyes narrowing. "This?" he repeated, like he wanted me to spell it out. Like he wanted to hear me admit what was still crackling in the air between us.
Just before he could pull me closer, a guard walked past us down the hall.
