Vesper's fingers brushed a stray lock of hair behind Blazar's ear, his lips curling as she jerked away. "You're gonna love it when I kiss you, trust me," he murmured, his breath hot against her neck.
Blazar's hand shot up between them, shoving him back. Her palm pressed flat against his chest, fingers curling slightly against the fabric of his uniform as if she wanted to claw through it.
The gesture was sharp, dismissive—a clear back off.
Vesper just laughed, the sound rich and unbothered. "Yeah, fine. A step at a time. I get it, baby bird. I get it."
Blazar's jaw tightened. Baby bird? Like she was some fragile thing that needed coaxing out of its nest? She turned sharply, scanning the crowded dining hall for an escape.
His crimson eyes glittered with amusement as she turned on her heel - only to find her escape route blocked by a cluster of first-years gawking at the confrontation
