A Second Look Dramione の小説・ストーリー

His face had lost some of the carefree handsomeness of his youth, replaced by a cold and exquisite demeanor. The sunlight fell on his face, and he squinted as he looked at her. This angle showcased his exceptional beauty, enchanting the person beside him. "Third stepmother, why are you looking at me like that?" Emma smiled, "I feel like this matter is related to you." The intensity in Draco's eyes quickly transformed into an innocent expression on his face. He said, "Third stepmother, I am someone without any support. Do you think I have the power to make Luna Sandra afraid?"

I turned, needing out, but the second I did— Damon appeared at the doorway. “We’re all set,” he said, his eyes flickering between Aiden and me. Oh. Oh. Had he seen… that? Nope. Nope. Nope. I nodded quickly, moving toward Damon—toward safety—before I made the grave mistake of looking back. And of course— I did. I glanced at Aiden. His gaze was already on me. And my chest squeezed. I swallowed. “Well, I guess I’ll be seeing you at the party?”

Lorelei was even more intelligent than I expected, which put my heart at ease. It had been a month since I returned to Camdonia. Vincent finally couldn't hold himself back any longer and stormed into my office. His sharp, bloodshot eyes pinned me down with their gaze. My assistant gasped in panic. "Ms. Atkinson, I'm sorry!" I waved him off and told him to return to his post before gesturing for Vincent to sit. I poured him a cup of tea and said calmly, "If you have something to say, please go ahead."

It was both beautiful and excruciating. He hadn’t seen that version of her in a long time. The one who wasn’t calculating, or angry, or trying to survive. And Draco—Draco’s joy lit up the entire yard, and somehow, Damien couldn’t look away from the sight. It was the kind of moment he’d never had. And for reasons he didn’t want to examine, he wished he had. He let out a slow breath, stepping back from the window. His reflection caught his eye—hard, unreadable—and for a split second, he almost didn’t recognize himself.

Damon’s gaze dropped briefly to her lips— Then back to her eyes. “…we were.” That didn’t help. At all. A second stretched. Then another. Too long. Too quiet. And everyone— Was watching. Damon stepped back first. Of course he did. Breaking it. Resetting. “Again,” he said. Like nothing happened. Like everything was normal. Lyra blinked once. Then— “…right.” But her voice wasn’t steady. And she knew he noticed. The next round— Was different.

But the words he wanted to say just wouldn’t come out. Luna looked at Draco with a wounded gaze. “I saw a photo of you with a woman. It was in the drawer of your study, Draco.” Draco’s expression changed. “You went into my study when I wasn’t there?!” he snapped, his eyes sharp and furious. Luna shrank a little at Draco’s anger. Honestly, she hadn’t meant to go into his private study—it was a coincidence, even an accident. Luna nodded. “Yes, I went in by accident. I saw a photo of you with a beautiful woman. You looked so close and perfect together.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, tears streaming down her face again.

I scoffed. She settled on a romcom. I tried to relax as the movie played, but my mind was still so restless. I kept thinking about the upcoming alliance, about Kieran, Alpha Alaric, and my revenge. And Darius. The way he looked at me earlier that day. The way his voice softened when he spoke to me. I couldn’t understand why he seemed so drawn to me and I to him as well. He had that look like he had a lot to say to me yet he was holding back with lots of restraint so he will not slip it away. I didn't push for it because I felt it might be a burden if I heard it.

"There?" Dylan's lips parted in confusion. After the entrance of the bride, the memories of the couple will begin to play on the screen, which wasn't a big deal. So what's wrong? Coincidentally, after Lotus's actions, the screen lit up in the hall. However, before Dylan could say a word, a familiar voice and image appeared in his vision. "Dylan. Ah. There. Yes." Upon seeing the blurred naked self of Aubree and him indulging in carnal pleasure on the bed two days before on the screen, Dylan's eyes widened in shock, but in the next minute, his eyes flashed with fury and embarrassment.

It took her a second to realise that it's Damon in glasses. Mia felt her throat go dry at that. Since when did he wear glasses? Most of the people were slack mouthed as well, maybe trying to figure out the same thing. Damon headed straight to his seat, a blank look on his face. As expected. She's starting to wonder someone does piss him off on the way to work. What else could cause that look on his face? Everyone greeted him, except Mia, who was at a loss of words by looking at him. On instinct, Damon turned to her and their gazes locked. For that every second she couldn't breathe, cheeks flushed as he narrowed his eyes at her.

She growled, and he snorted. "Who the fuck do you think you are to threaten me?" He growled. "Stop, let her work; I am fine now. We need to find a cure for our twins. time running out?" I screamed. Hayden nodded, then stood back. She broke into a run, and we followed her. She went into the children's room, then ours stood in one place and was looking at the roof. We stood there behind her, watching her, and she trembled, almost falling to the ground, but Hayden caught her. Her eyes were no longer pitch black but white like they were before we came in.