Eliana's heart thundered like a war drum in her chest, every beat echoing in the silent room. She sat stiff on the edge of Rafael's bed, her brown eyes blazing with defiance and sheer embarrassment. Moonlight poured through the tall windows in silver streaks, turning shadows into jagged shapes that danced like ghosts between them.
Her curls—wild and untamed—fell over her face like a shield, but even they couldn't block out the intensity of his stare. Those steel-grey eyes, hauntingly sharp despite his blindness, felt like they saw everything—the panic in her breath, the way her fingers clenched the hem of her sweater, the tremble she tried so hard to hide.
