What the hell is this? Why is she being so… cute?
He cleared his throat and dipped the spoon back into the bowl. Then, without a word, began feeding her again. One spoonful after another. Each time, her mouth opened quietly, her eyes meeting his like she was trying to figure him out just as much.
Minutes passed.
The bowl grew lighter, and finally, Kaya leaned back, letting out the faintest exhale. Done.
Veer blinked down at the now-empty bowl. Somehow, he hadn't even realized how focused he'd been.
After calming herself down, Kaya finally let her eyes wander.
Wait a minute… how the hell did he even get in here?
She glanced at the door—it was still there, perfectly closed, undisturbed. No cracks, no force marks. So clearly, he didn't use the door.
