Iyana stared at him. No words. No expression. Just silence—blank and heavy, like her soul had forgotten how to function for a moment.
Her eyes didn't move. Her lips didn't twitch. Even her breath seemed to halt, as though her body was trying to catch up to what he had just said.
And Vyan let out a small awkward chuckle—trying to fill the silence with something other than the sound of his own nervous heartbeat.
"Okay, yeah," he began, his hand still on the back of his neck, "this might be the most impulsive, stupidest, and most outrageous suggestion to ever come out of my mouth—and I've said a lot of outrageous things."
No reaction.
