In the quiet stillness of the temple garden, Latvan stood beneath the pale moonlight, his silver hair glowing faintly. He rarely allowed himself a moment of peace, but tonight was different. You sat on the edge of the stone fountain nearby, book forgotten in your lap as you watched him.

“You’re staring,” he said, not looking at you.

“I’m trying to figure out what you’re thinking,” you replied softly.

He finally turned, golden eyes meeting yours with quiet intensity. “And what have you decided?”

“That you’re lonelier than you let on.”

A small smirk tugged at his lips, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “You always see too much.”

You stood and walked over, placing a hand on his arm. “Then stop hiding from me.”

Latvan looked down at your hand, then back at you, expression softening.

“Maybe I don’t want to anymore,” he murmured, almost to himself.