Awakening Desire
"You really comprehend?" Violet whispered, her voice barely more than a murmur, yet its gentle edge carried the weight of curiosity and worry. The sound brushed against Victor's consciousness, soft and intimate, like a caress of air over bare skin. The way she spoke made him pause, letting her concern settle around him like a protective cloak.
Victor raised his gaze, squinting a bit as uncertainty flashed on his face. The room was full of mana, its light restless and alive, the air vibrating with potential power hidden beneath, yet all of it was cut through by her voice—soft, human, and unnervingly gentle. He took a deep breath, the fullness of unmade decisions weighing on his chest until it hurt.
"Lastly… I see," he said finally, his voice low and measured, as if every word were a cost to him. His eyes locked onto hers, steady and searching. "But… tell me, Violet… can you ever be happy if I… if I form a harem? Tell me truthfully."
