Crimson’s eyes flickered open to the warm gold of sunrise seeping through the window. For a moment, she lay still, enveloped in an unfamiliar warmth. Beside her, Solstace slept peacefully. His features were relaxed, a rare break from his usual intense demeanor. She couldn’t help but be captivated, watching the first light of dawn dance across his chiseled face, casting gentle shadows that softened his usually stern expression.
She started tracing the intricate patterns of the tattoos on his forearm. I really want to know the stories behind this art. She mused to herself. Could they represent adventures? Individuals?
Unexpectedly, Solstace’s eyes snapped open, meeting hers in a startled gaze. He froze. There was a flicker of something unrecognizable in his eyes before he abruptly sat up,
