ELYRA.
After Radiel left the studio, I tried to focus on work.
His presence had completely thrown off my mood. The moment he walked out of the office earlier, the room had gone quiet again—but the strange tension he left behind hadn’t gone away.
I sat at my desk and stared down at my design pad. The blank page stared back at me.
Usually, ideas came quickly once I picked up a pencil. My mind would already be full of shapes, textures, and silhouettes waiting to be drawn.
But now, I could do nothing. I tapped the pencil lightly against the paper. Still nothing.
I let out a frustrated sigh and leaned back in my chair.
“Great,” I muttered.
My thoughts drifted back to the earlier moment. The way he had suddenly grabbed my chin. The ridiculous things he had said before leaving.
My cheeks
