The next day.
“Good morning,” Damian greeted as she opened her eyes wide, as if she had just seen a ghost. “I hope you’re feeling better.” Elara felt surprisingly energetic, much better than the day before.
“Yes,” she replied, sitting upright. Damian Blackwood had a strikingly handsome appearance that commanded attention. His sharp, chiseled features, dark tousled hair, and intense icy blue eyes gave him a mysterious and intimidating aura. He was so handsome that she couldn’t look away.
“Are you done staring?” he asked with a smirk.
“Yes,” Elara answered unconsciously.
“Really?”
“What!” Her eyes widened. “What did I just say?”
He scoffed, enjoying her embarrassed expression. It was amusing to see her so flustered.
“Have you captured and imprinted my look into your brain?”
“And why
