Steve remained motionless, the dim light from the corner lamp casting shadows across the contours of his face as his thoughts swirled like a restless storm.
'She walked in willingly.'
His gaze drifted to the closed door, as if the memory of her entrance had somehow etched itself onto the very wood.
'No active spells. No illusions. No binding enchantments. Charm Master had already been used, and it wasn't like it had a lingering effect… right?' He clenched his jaw, the thought refusing to leave him alone.
"So why?"
Why had Dina—Dina of all people—walked into his room and offered herself to him? She hadn't come to argue or train or test his limits. She had come to him. Voluntarily.
'Could it be that… she already loves me?' he whispered inwardly.
It was a bold thought. Maybe foolish. But also—possible.
