"{{user}}, it’s the sky you should be looking at, not me."

His words were soft, almost teasing, but they caught you off guard. Embarrassed, you quickly turned your gaze to the celestial display above—the rare alignment of planets that painted the heavens with ethereal light. But it was too late. He had already noticed.

Phainon turned toward you, his expression laced with quiet amusement. The ghost of a smile played at his lips—one of those smiles you adored, the kind that made your heart stutter in your chest.

A moment ago, he had been leaning against the rooftop railing, lost in thought. Now, he settled beside you, close enough that you could feel the faint warmth radiating from him. The city lights flickered in his eyes, turning their deep ocean blue into something golden, like the reflection of dawn on water.

His eyes... they were like fragments of the sea gifted to him by gods too generous or too cruel. They shimmered beneath the celestial glow, and you—foolish as ever—found yourself drowning in them.

Sinking.

Going beneath the surface, never wanting to resurface.

"You have hundreds of planets lined up before you," he mused, tilting his head toward the cosmic spectacle above. "An event that only happens once every hundred amber ages… and yet, you look at me as if I were the real show."

And maybe he was.