𝟐𝟐. 𝐌𝐲 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝.

"Enjoy your dinner," he said, placing his hand on my cheek. His touch was warm, almost comforting, and it sent a wave of unfamiliar emotions coursing through me. His blue eyes, which usually held a storm of intensity, were different today—calm, serene, and somehow even more captivating. It was as if they were pulling me into their depths, drowning me in their tranquility.