Marcus answered Emily's call almost immediately. Her image filled the screen, and for a moment he forgot to breathe. She was slender, her figure graceful without seeming studied, and her presence carried a quiet, almost ethereal beauty.
Her face was delicate, skin smooth and clear like polished porcelain, features so balanced they felt less like makeup or effort and more like something shaped naturally over time. Right now, her eyes were fixed on him, soft and longing, with a distant, fairy-tale clarity that made the space around her feel calmer just by association.
