He’s the same as he was months ago. Clean-shaven, a little too gorgeous for mere mortals, with soulless grey eyes, yet there’s a hint of something new I never noticed before.

He feels my eyes on him and glances at me for a second, locking onto my blues, and I see it more intensely. A weird softness in place of what used to be utter cold. It’s around his eyes, his mouth, that icy, harsh and sadistic that I always saw there seems to have calmed a little, and when he looks at me, ...