Arwen's gaze burned with questions.
She wanted answers to many questions, but she also knew —she wouldn't be getting them all.
Not so soon, at least.
When Aiden didn't speak, even after a long pause, she realized she wouldn't get any answers again.
Ready to give up, she was about to pull away when she felt his arm tighten around her frame, keeping her fixed at her face, close to him.
Before she could complain or say anything, his fingers gently wove through her hair, tilting her head to look at him —back into his eyes.
"The best way to see the truth is to look into someone's eyes," he said, his voice tinged with an emotion that Arwen couldn't quite place.
It felt deeply intimate, yet oddly foreign. A mix of passion and guilt.
"Stare into my eyes and see what truth really is."
He tugged gently on her hair, guiding her focus as he continued.
