Ronan leaned against a marble pillar, arms crossed as he watched Hale bolt from the hall like a man set ablaze. The light from the chandeliers caught the sweat glistening on Hale's skin, his form disappearing down the corridor with urgency written in every line of his body.
Ronan's smirk faltered, replaced by something quieter. Something close to envy.
"So it's not one-sided after all," he murmured to himself, eyes narrowed. "I love it."
Then he sighed.
Still... this is a dangerous road. Hale's walking into his destruction. Their love story is already doomed before it even begins.
Hale stood before the large door to Kaelith's private chambers, his breath ragged from running, chest rising and falling with anxiety. He hesitated. One hand raised to knock but froze mid-air.
He didn't know what he would say. Didn't know if he'd be welcomed.
Inside, Kaelith already knew.
