Maui's rough finger lingered on the human girl's collarbone, tracing the delicate line where smooth skin met the edge of her sheer gown. The fabric was so thin it might as well have been mist, clinging to her curves like a second skin.
The girl's breath hitched, her chest rising and falling in quick, nervous bursts. Her eyes—wide, blue, and shimmering with a mix of fear and curiosity—flicked between Maui's towering form and Byung, who stood frozen near the bed, his small green frame tense with anticipation.
The room was dimly lit by flickering candles, their warm glow casting long shadows across the stone walls of their shared quarters in Elandor. The air was thick with the scent of polished wood, faint lavender from the girl's skin, and the underlying musk of Byung's nervous sweat.
