Once the 'guests' had left, Zayden sat on the mattress, eyes fixed on Ren. Strands of silver hair stuck out at the back of Ren's head, and a few locks fell over his crimson eyes, which glimmered softly under the golden light.
Outside, night had already fallen, and the curtains had been drawn by the servants earlier. A few still stood by the entrance—Zayden's order before he'd gone to visit Soren.
"What… are you looking at?" Ren asked quietly, feeling the weight of that gaze. He wasn't used to being stared at so openly by this man. He'd often caught Zayden's eyes lingering before—but this was different. Now, he wasn't even trying to hide it.
"Admiring you," Zayden said, his voice low, his lips curling into a faint smile.
Ren quickly turned away, his cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red.
"There is nothing to admire…" he murmured, raising his hand to half-cover his face, fingers trembling slightly.
"Don't do that," Zayden said softly, reaching for his hand and holding it.
