I descend the stairs, letting the heels I chose announce my arrival.
✧ I keep my outfit hidden beneath the camel-brown overcoat, waiting for the right moment.
✧ Caim waits at the foot of the steps.
He looks deceptively human tonight: a black polo stretched tight over his arms, faint tattoos curling along his skin.
Tailored trousers—of course—fitting him like they were stitched directly onto his body.
Classic black loafers. Clean. Sharp. Undeniably him.
✧ His runes glow softly beneath the fabric.
His black hair is actually combed for once.
✧ I let out a quiet huff.
His gaze lifts—curiosity sparking behind those golden eyes.
✧ Nina did my makeup.
First time in my life.
She swore it wasn’t heavy, but I still feel like a stranger in my own skin.
✧ My hair falls in loose waves.
My
