Each encounter with him ignites a celestial dance within you, your eyes ablaze with a starry fervor amidst the darkness. Yet, his gaze remains a frosty void, even in his moments of kindness.

As the tension mounts between you, his voice remains steady, yet his frustration simmers beneath the surface.

“I am a skeptic when it comes to love, and that conviction will never waver,” his words carry a bitter resonance as he turns away, his amber eyes fixating on the world beyond the windowpane.