"Lyrien Alsan…" Nameless continued, his voice dropping lower, searching her expression for even the smallest crack in her mask.
Then—he spoke the words pressing at his chest.
"Lyrien Alsan… do I look like him?"
Tidalia grinned teasingly, mischief gleaming in her eyes. With deliberate slowness, she grasped Nameless's hand, guiding it to rest on her waist as she leaned closer, their bodies nearly pressed together.
"Nameless… Khane…" she murmured, her gaze unwavering. "You already know that I knew Lyrien."
Her voice was light, playful, but there was something layered beneath the teasing.
"Are you asking me this because you thought I liked him?" Her smirk deepened as she moved even closer. "And maybe…"
Her breath was warm against his skin.
Nameless didn't push her away.
He should have.
But he didn't.
The sudden shift caught him off guard, making him swallow,it was not how he expected her to respond . Then he muttered, "Miss…"
