Dante’s fingers lingered over the tattoo etched just beneath Aria’s skin a fox, delicate yet unmistakable. His thumb brushed over it slowly, and the tips of his fingers caressed the tattoo. His gaze narrowed slightly, curiosity flickering in the shadows of his expression.
“A fox?” he asked, his voice low but laced with quiet intrigue. “Why do you have a fox tattoo?”
Aria tensed slightly beneath his touch, but her expression remained composed. Her green eyes met his, calm on the surface, but there was a flicker, small but sharp of something guarded deep inside. She smiled softly, just enough to dim the rising suspicion.
“I got it recently,” she said, brushing her hand up his arm in a slow, disarming gesture. “I don’t know… I saw the design, and it just felt cute. Mysterious. I liked it,
