The restaurant sat tucked away on the top floor of a boutique hotel, its windows wide open to the night sky. City lights shimmered below them, soft jazz playing faintly in the background. For once, Eryx looked relaxed—his blazer draped over the chair, sleeves rolled up, tie loosened.
Across from him, Lunara rested her chin on her hand, eyes glinting with amusement as she watched him slice through his steak with unnecessary precision.
"You're acting like you're performing surgery," she teased, watching him slice his steak with unnecessary precision.
He smirked without looking up. "Need to be careful for a princess to eat."
Lunara laughed softly, leaning back in her chair. "Oh? Since when am I royalty?"
"Since the day you walked into my life and demanded I fix the chaos I didn't know I was living in," he said casually, popping a perfectly cut bite into her mouth.
She blinked at him, caught off guard as he lifted the fork to her lips. "Feeding me now, are we?"
