Nyx
After Elion came to get us and we started making our way toward the grand hall, I couldn't stop glancing at him.
Which was becoming a problem.
A very embarrassing, increasingly dangerous problem.
I still remembered the exact moment our eyes had locked earlier when he called my name.
Unfortunately, my brain had apparently decided to replay that moment on an endless loop every five seconds like some cruel, self-inflicted torture.
Not helpful.
Elion walked beside us with that easy, natural confidence that seemed completely effortless for him. The kind of confidence that couldn't be faked or learned, it simply existed, woven into every movement, every glance, every quiet word. His blond hair caught the warm hallway light whenever he moved, the soft golden strands falling carelessly across his forehead in a way that somehow looked both effortlessly handsome and unfairly attractive.
Actually…
Everything about him was unfairly attractive.
