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Seeing him cry in front of me makes me feel lucky that I forgot what Santi did to me, even if only for a short time, unlike him, who lives with it every day. For a moment, everything was silent. I couldn't move or do anything since Julius was crying and trembling beside me, and he seemed uncertain. He seemed to be waiting for Santi to say something to him. It saddens me that Julius still wants to be loved and admired by the demon sitting in front of us. "J-Julius…" Santi's voice cracked, and my eyelids blinked in surprise. When I glanced at him, I saw tears in his eyes that I never expected to see in him. My jaw is agape in disbelief; seeing him cry is like seeing snowflakes fall in a tropic

Such a simple dish, the only choice for a sweltering day like this. I close my eyes and remember the taste on my lips, the balsamic vinegar, the salty air in San Marino. My mouth is watering. I bite my lip as I let out a little moan. I open my eyes to see Erik staring at me. His eyes give him away the moment they lock with mine; they darken, and his pupils dilate. He wants me, I can tell, but whatever is leashing that carnal desire is strong and holding fast. I feel my cheeks getting hot and I look down at my drink.

Please tell me this is just a dream. "Do it Lacsamana! End the Santillana Empire!" I heard the screams of almost everyone inside the Ring of Fire. No... No... No! I'm not gonna kill him! I won't do it! Never! I feel the raising of my hand holding a gun. No... Please no.. My body almost shut down when I saw how weak Saint's eyes are. He is looking at me, with those weak eyes. He seems to be happy but also sad. But I can't understand why he didn't fight her.

He then raised his head to look at Yan. Yan’s heart skipped a beat when he saw Gie’s eyes that were sparkling like the billions of stars in the night sky. Gie… he thought as he greedily stared at Gie’s face. No matter how many times he has seen Gie’s face, he can’t get enough of it, for he can only see Gie, but not hear him nor touch him and feel him. “Gie…” he called as his heart beat very fast.

As if the light in his dark eyes lightened my world. This was the first time he smiled that freely around me, or anyone. Then I cleared my throat, glaring. "I said I'm not jealous. Don't assume things!" "Don't worry, baby. There are no women in my life other than you. It's only you, cuore mio." Something intense flashed across those icy blue irises I couldn't comprehend. "It was always you…" The intensity of his eyes made me feel out of breath. Always me? "T-then who is that girl in that painting? You said she was your heart."

At the jaw and the dark eyes and the specific, complete attention of someone who had been paying attention since the second library session and had never once stopped. “Yes?” he said. “Yes,” she said. He held her gaze. Something moved across his face. She didn’t have a word for it. She’d never seen it before. Something entirely new. Something that was all the other expressions simultaneously — the real smile, the open version, the patient certain look, the grief-and-gratitude look, all of them at once — and then something beyond all of them. Something that was only this. Only now. “Whatever comes after,” he said softly.

Steady. For a moment, I let myself imagine that maybe I could belong here—not fully, not yet—but enough to stay. Not as someone broken, not as someone scared, but as me. Someone who had survived, who was learning to trust again, even if just a little. Blake’s eyes caught mine across the room, sharp and unreadable. My stomach flipped. He didn’t smile. Didn’t nod. Just held my gaze for a long moment, like he was measuring something, weighing it, deciding. And then, finally, he turned away, moving toward another group of men, issuing a command.

Seeing Sicily's reaction gave Harlan the courage to get closer and hold out the gem in front of his eyes. The sapphire blue gem's light shone straight into the eye, piercing deeper. Edward couldn't bear to see his mate's pain so he pushed Harlan's body with all his strength. "Bastard, put that gem away!" There was something different that Sicily felt from the effects of the beam. Even though her eyes were closed, there were faintly two black shadows in front of her. The woman momentarily clamped her mouth shut in disbelief, but her heart screamed in delight. "I'm starting to see!"

the eyes of the heartbreak and betrayed deep inside your eyes. Issei doesn't know what to say after all that and all of his fears and insecure flashed once more inside his heart but that feeling stopped when the woman in front of him cupped his face with her hands softly and the look she gave him from her eyes, its nothing but the gentleness of love, passion and trust for him and him alone.

I know how smoothly they escape my hold and I love the feeling. Those flaming orbs are so warm today. So warm and igniting like a candle. Like a candle gives an end to the entire darkness. As in the winter days, the support of that little light gives a few moments of warmth. Like that small light shows many actions inside itself—In the same way, Sanam's eyes are shining today. His eyes are sending warmth of feeling to my heart. A lot of emotions are visible in his eyes and the biggest of them all is happiness. And his lips. He is just smiling as always immersed in my eyes. For him, I have always been like a beautiful sight which he smiles whenever he sees it.