Davon led Elise into an empty study room, shutting the door behind them. The silence was heavy, broken only by her uneven breaths. He moved with surprising gentleness, guiding her to sit.
"Stay still," he said, pulling out a small kit from his bag. His tone was calm, but his crimson eyes flickered with something deeper every time they landed on the blood staining her sleeve.
Elise bit her lip, watching as his long fingers carefully cleaned the wound. The sting of alcohol made her flinch, but his hand steadied her firmly. For someone who looked so dangerous, his touch was… gentle. Careful.
Her cheeks heated as she realized just how close he was. His lashes cast shadows on his sharp cheekbones, his expression focused entirely on her. She quickly turned her gaze away, but it was too late—her blush had already betrayed her.
Davon noticed. And for the first time in a long while, a faint smile tugged at his lips. She's lowering her guard… she's drawing closer.
Minutes passed in silence until he finally tied off the bandage, his hands lingering for just a moment longer than necessary. Then, with a smirk, he leaned back slightly and winked.
"All done."
Elise's heart skipped. She opened her mouth to say something, but the words tangled on her tongue. Davon stood, adjusting his jacket, already moving toward the door as quietly as he had entered.
But just as his hand touched the handle, Elise whispered, almost too softly to hear, "…Thank you."
Davon paused. His lips curved into the faintest smile. Without turning, he replied smoothly, "You're welcome, Elise."
Her eyes widened. Shock rooted her to the spot.
I never told him my name.