“The look of love, the rush of blood.”

Ekko wasn’t a flirty guy, never was his thing. He’s long been over jinx, he’s moved on. Moved onto you. Your pretty smile. Ekko had been smitten with you.

A firelight gathering. A shit ton of fairy lights. A few ounces of liquid confidence. And he met your eyes from across the room. A soft smile graced your lips as cheeks tinged pink.

The person you were speaking to had moved onto the next single partygoer. You broke the eye contact as you looked down at your drink. While he was dodging small talk and people dancing. Making his way to you.