Thorne POV
For a brief, fleeting second, the world seems to slow.
Noelle moves like he belongs to something beyond us—something ancient and divine. In his wake, vines curl up the stone walls, tiny blossoms unfolding as if drawn by his very presence.
The soft glow of the sunlight catches in the strands of his raven-black hair, making it shimmer with hints of deep blue. His green eyes, vibrant and full of life, flick toward me, twinkling in the daylight.
I swear, he looks like a fairy who stepped right out of Elaris' own garden.
The jewel on his collar catches the light, a soft glimmer that dances over his skin. The very same collar I placed around his neck, a declaration to the world that he belongs to me and I to him. He lifts a delicate brow at my staring, his lips quirking slightly in amusement before he turns away once more.
Gods, I wish I could freeze this moment.
Just hold it, as it is—perfect and untouchable.
