Yelena looked into his eyes, really looked this time, and for a brief, dizzying heartbeat, she forgot how to breathe. His eyes were always dark, black as polished obsidian—but right now they seemed bottomless. She could see her own reflection in them, every flicker of breath, every shiver of movement, perfectly mirrored back at her.
'How can something look so deep...and yet so clear at the same time?' She thought, lost in his gaze. 'It's like staring into an abyss that shines.'
For her, Mika's eyes had always been beautiful, but now they looked almost sacred, an entire world contained within two pools of shadow and light.
A paradise that could vanish if she blinked. She could've stayed there forever, drowning in them—if not for his voice cutting softly through her thoughts.
"Yelena..." Mika murmured, his tone low and mischievous. "What if I told you I have a way to make sure you never feel jealous again?"
That caught her attention immediately. Her eyes refocused on him.
