You don’t realize you’re staring until it’s too late.

Callisto’s blond hair catches the light, soft and slightly tousled, strands falling over his sharp ruby eyes as he leans back against the chair.

It looks… unfairly perfect.

You bite your lip, fingers twitching at your side. Would it feel as soft as it looks?

"You’re staring."

Your eyes snap up—only to meet his smirking gaze.

You open your mouth to protest, but before you can, he reaches out, catching your wrist mid-air.

"If you want to touch my hair, just say so." His voice is smooth, teasing, utterly amused.

Your face burns. "I—I wasn’t—"

His grip tightens just slightly as he lowers his head toward you, tilting it forward—offering it.

"Go on." His smirk deepens, golden eyes gleaming mischievously. "Hurry up before I change my mind, princess."