Adam pushed open the door to the shared quarters, the familiar scent of aged paper and faint floral perfume greeting him. The room was bathed in the soft, golden glow of the afternoon light filtering through the grime-caked windows. Lilith sat in the armchair by the window, her legs crossed at the knee, a leather-bound book open in her lap.
And perched on her nose was a pair of delicate, silver-framed glasses.
The light caught the lenses, glinting softly as she turned a page with deliberate, unhurried grace. Her silver-white hair cascaded over one shoulder, and the glasses framed her sharp, elegant features in a way that made Adam stop mid-step.
Adam's internal voice was a low, appreciative murmur.
'She looks... really good in glasses. How did I not notice she had those?'
Lilith's crimson eyes lifted from the page, fixing on him with calm, knowing amusement. She closed the book slowly, setting it aside on the armrest.
