A slow, charming smile spread across Mika face—calculated, dangerous, and undeniably magnetic.
"There's actually another reason..." He started in a voice that turned smooth like velvet. "...why I told you not to lose that passionate fire of yours."
Cecilia blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift in tone.
"Wh-What do you mean?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
His smile deepened, eyes glinting.
"Because, every time you get passionate about something, your cheeks flush like this..." He gestured gently toward her reddening face. "...and your eyes light up so brightly...you become so beautiful in those moments that I forget what we're even arguing about."
"Honestly, even if I wanted to fight back, I can't. I just get completely distracted by how radiant your face becomes."
She gulped at the barrage of sweet that came out of nowhere, not knowing how to respond.
