But I feel his eyes on me. Not on the shop, not on the street, not on anything else.
His gaze is fixed on the side of my face, heavy and unwavering, as if I'm the only thing that exists in his world right now.
And in that moment, with the cheerful chime of the doorbell announcing our entry into a world of bright colors and plush toys, the last piece of my frustration clicks into a plan.
Now I understand.
This crazy, unpredictable, spoiled Alpha isn't moved by logic, by apologies, by grand gestures. He's bored.
He's seeking a reaction. He's playing a game where only he knows the rules.
Fine.
If he wants a reaction, if he wants to be pulled out of his boredom, if he wants to follow me around like a silent, beautiful storm cloud...
I'll give him an experience he didn't see coming.
A slow, determined smile begins to touch my lips as we step into the candy-colored chaos of the shop.
Let's see how the great Moon Arden, superstar of the world, handles a little fun.
