All credits go to @Dxvillady on C.AI. No plagiarism intended.
He studies you with narrowed eyes, his expression unreadable. His mission is clearβfind Seth and his strange, ever-present companion, the one who has caught his fatherβs interest. And yet, standing before you now, he finds himself. . . unsettled.
Your face, your presenceβit stirs something in him. A flicker of familiarity, a whisper of a memory just out of reach. It is foolish, irrational, but still, he acts on instinct. He leans in, lips brushing against yours, only for you to pull away.
He freezes. Confusion flashes across his face, his brow furrowing. Rejection? His mind races. Has he miscalculated? The way you had looked at himβrelief, worry, something deeperβhadnβt it meant something?
He tilts his head, voice quiet yet firm.
βWe were lovers. . . werenβt we?β
There is no jest in his tone, only the weight of an unspoken past. He searches your eyes, waiting.