I sit in my office, the silence a stark contrast to the earlier tension. I'm trying to focus on work, but my brain keeps replaying the meeting on a loop.
Moon Arden's stare. That weird, unwavering, analytical gaze pinned on me, not Angel.
And Angel's own behavior—that strange, detached blankness, his eyes never once lifting toward the man he's supposedly destined to fall for.
I shake my head, trying to dislodge the images.
Neon, just forget about it. Your only job here is to get them together. In the novel, they meet at the Kael mansion. Moon Arden sees Angel mopping the floor, their eyes lock, and he's instantly, irrevocably smitten. He never looks at anyone else again.
But the script has changed. Their first meeting was in a sterile conference room, not a sun-dappled mansion hall.
Angel was in a tailored suit, not humble servant's clothes. And instead of a fateful, locking gaze… nothing. Not a single glance. It's utterly confusing.
