The silver-haired prince watched Ella in awe as she lightly dabbed her lips with a napkin after finishing her meal.
There was something almost hypnotic about the way she moved, delicate yet unguarded, like she existed in a world untouched by the shadows that followed him.
"What is it?" she asked, tilting her head slightly when she noticed his unwavering gaze. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"You're just so beautiful, Ella," Nathan replied softly.
His voice carried a quiet intensity, the kind that lingered long after the words were spoken. He reached across the table, gently placing his hand over hers, his thumb brushing against her skin as if committing the moment to memory.
"The color blue really brings out your eyes," he continued. "I adore it on you."
[So I've been told.]
