"So yes, I didn't fall in love with you because you saved me… I fell in love because
I saw you."
Azrael tilted her head, her expression tender as she stared into him deeply. "Wish… I was younger, going to school with you," she muttered weakly, her eyes dropping slightly as if afraid of his answer.
Leo's hand, once rubbing her hair, had stopped long ago.
He stared at her… no, he truly saw her.
Until now, he hadn't looked at her closely. But now,
Her skin... white, flawless, gleaming faintly with a reddish blush—shone like porcelain kissed by fire.
The rain still clung to her body, dripping in rivulets that slid down her neck, tracing the curve of her collarbone before vanishing beneath her soaked clothes.
Her figure, mature and dangerous, pressed against the thin fabric that stuck tightly to her skin. She wasn't some fragile maiden—her body radiated the heat of a woman in her prime, sexy in a way that made the air heavier, a shape carved by both softness and strength.
