Novel & Cerita Mengagumi Dalam Diam

And by extension, on me, his silent accessory. Damian didn’t flinch. Didn’t acknowledge them with a nod, a smile, not even a casual wave. His gaze remained fixed ahead, commanding, radiating an aura of untouchable power. He was utterly indifferent to their scrutiny, their admiration, their envy. Instead, he leaned closer to me, his breath warm against my ear, sending shivers down my spine, a chilling contrast to the public performance we were about to begin. His voice was a low, intimate murmur, meant only for me.

She was not aware that the priest is on that part already. Jace was looking at her with love in his eyes for her. She looked back to him and was still looking in his eyes when she answered. "I do,father,"she said. The priest repeated the question again now directing it to Jace. The man doesn't take his eyes from her. It's sending goosebumps all over her body the the way he is looking at her. "I do father," Jace replied still looking at her. She can't tear her eyes away from him. It seems like Amanda is being sucked into Jace world and it feels good.

DAMIAN The excitement is fleeting. Not in the way a child disposes a toy once bored. But in the sense that I wonder–question even–in my ability to carry on the moment with her. My heart races within my chest with nervousness. Uncertainty in the next moments which unfold before us rapidly. I steal a look,and watch as her gaze is captivated by the sights of the forestry. There is a silent adoration in her eyes, like she savors the moment even in her silence. Her eyes soak in the sights and witnessing them lessen the budding pressure in my chest. After all, it is almost like she is in her element here.

She was just… quiet. At peace. Too at peace. Damian leaned against the doorframe without announcing himself, watching her. There was something unsettling about how calm she looked. No frustration. No sadness. No reaction. Just a soft, unreadable stillness that he wasn’t used to. He cleared his throat. Nothing. She didn’t even look up. “Aria,” he said. She paused, glanced at him mildly, then returned her gaze to the garden outside. “Yes?” she asked, voice gentle but detached.

ADAM’S POV Caught in the intensity of Aria's silent gaze, uncertainty grips me as I fight the urge to repeat myself, to ensure she understands the sincerity of my words. The weight of her scrutiny feels like a judgement, her silence echoing louder than any words could. In that moment, I am torn between the desire to clarify and reassure, and the fear of coming across as insincere or desperate. Each beat of silence stretches on, amplifying the tension between us until it becomes almost unbearable.

“No work talk. No… whatever’s been eating at us. We breathe. We just—breathe.” It sounds like a command wrapped as a suggestion. Jewel sits beside me in the middle row, her hair catching the occasional flicker of light. She’s quiet too, but not the same kind of quiet as Jace—hers is the kind that comes from conserving energy after too many battles in too little time. No one argues with Dominic.

With a subtle turn of my body, I faced Carmine, my countenance an enigmatic blend of emotions, my demeanor simultaneously distant and yet quietly intrigued. I maintained a stoic silence, my eyes betraying no hint of the thoughts swirling within me. My distant demeanor acted as a protective shield, concealing any emotions or interests that may have stirred beneath the surface. Behind a carefully constructed facade of calm indifference, my true feelings remained hidden, known only to me. In the midst of this charged atmosphere, Carmine's voice sliced through the heavy air, carrying a weight that demanded attention. With a single word, "wait," he punctuated the silence, leaving it hanging in th

Everything about this place felt too elegant. Too controlled. Even the silence seemed expensive. Amara wandered toward the massive windows overlooking the city below. “You really live here alone?” “Yes.” “That sounds depressing.” Damien walked beside her slowly. “I enjoy silence.” “No,” she murmured while studying the storm outside. “You hide inside it.” The words slipped out accidentally. Immediately, she regretted them. But Damien didn’t react the way she expected. He simply watched her quietly. Like nobody spoke to him honestly often. Finally, he said softly, “You’re observant.”