The waves rolled slow and endless behind him, but Sion wasn't looking at the sea anymore.
His gaze had shifted.
Back to her.
He took a quiet step forward. Raised his hand.
Then gently — reverently — tucked a loose strand of soft pink hair behind Dara's ear.
His fingers brushed her skin lightly.
Dara tilted her head, a small smirk curling her lips. There was amusement in her expression — a subtle spark dancing in her eyes.
"You really like treating me like a child, huh?"
Sion blinked.
Then frowned.
That tone. That look. That smile.
She was going somewhere with this.
But where?
Dara's smirk widened. She leaned in slightly, her voice soft as mist.
Innocent. Too innocent.
"Say, Sion… do you want a child?"
Silence.
Sion froze like someone had just activated a gravity trap under his feet.
His brain stuttered. His lips parted.
Then—
"Ahem."
He coughed awkwardly, turning slightly toward the sea again, pretending the horizon had suddenly become very interesting.
