Leon's POV
Lately, something about Isiliraiellyn had been... off.
It wasn't just a subtle shift either. I mean, it was very clear, even if no one else seemed to notice it. There was a different glimmer in her eyes whenever she looked at me. Like a flicker of restrained excitement just beneath her calm surface, almost like she was trying to hide how much her attention had turned toward me.
But more than just that, her gaze had changed. It wasn't casual anymore... it was sharp, focused, almost intense in a way that felt like it could pierce right through me.
I could've easily written it off as a reaction to the video I sent her. That alone might've explained the odd tension in the air between us now.
And yet… she hadn't said a word about it. Not even a passing mention.
If anything, I expected her to approach me by now—especially with the way her eyes practically lit up every time they found me. That look alone screamed anticipation.
