|Nieves|
I kept stealing glances at Kairos, unable to stop myself. Seated across from him at the long dining table, I barely touched the beautifully arranged breakfast before me. My appetite wavered, overshadowed by the relentless thudding of my heart against my ribs. Every time his name drifted into my thoughts—Kairos, Kairos, Kairos—the heat in my cheeks intensified, creeping up from my neck like an unshakable fever.
I tried to focus on my meal, forcing myself to take small bites, but the grandeur of the dining hall didn’t help. The morning sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a golden glow over the elegant space. It should have been soothing, but instead, it only highlighted the sharp angles of Kairos’ face, his effortless allure making it even harder to concentrate. No matt
