Adam's expression gradually turned serious.
He had no intention of taking advantage of a woman who was barely sober enough to understand what she was doing. He tried to gently free himself from her embrace, but Azrynn only tightened her arms around his neck.
"Azrynn, let go for a moment."
"No..."
Her answer was quiet, almost sleepy.
Adam could have easily pulled away with his strength, but he was reluctant to hurt her, even unintentionally. He let out a quiet sigh and looked down at her.
Then, his gaze met her yellow eyes.
They were beautiful. Even with her cheeks flushed from alcohol and her eyelids growing heavy, there was something captivating about them. For a moment, Adam found himself unable to look away.
He had seen those eyes countless times before, usually filled with curiosity, determination, or the quiet confidence she carried so naturally. But now, with her arms wrapped around him and her gaze fixed on his, they seemed strangely different.
