After a brief stretch of silence, Si Hon let out a quiet sigh, rolling his shoulders slightly as if shaking off whatever tension still lingered from earlier. His gaze drifted for a second—then sharpened again, something sly slipping into his expression.
(I should… yeah. I'll mess with her a little.) A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips before he spoke, tone casual— too casual.
"I'll pick a book for you," he said, glancing at her like it was no big deal. "Want me to?"
The reaction was instant.
Aeloria moved.
Not aggressively. Not violently.
But fast.
In one smooth motion, she stepped forward and caught his hand before he could even process it, her fingers closing around his wrist as she lifted it upward—mirroring exactly what he had done to her earlier. The shift in control was so sudden it almost felt like the scene flipped on its axis.
Then she looked at him.
No— stared, stared, stared.
