"Is it here?" Thalassa asked, her finger hovering uncertainly over the spot.

Lysander's hand lifted, enveloping hers with a warmth that felt rough yet soothing. The moment their skins touched, Thalassa's heart skipped a beat, her hand momentarily freezing in place. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself.

Holding her hand gently, Lysander placed it over his heart. "It hurts right here. Can you feel it?"

Laid against Lysander's chest, Thalassa could feel the steady and powerful beating of his heart through her palm. It was a rhythm that spoke of strength and a certain masculine charm unique to him. That heartbeat, pulsing beneath her hand, seemed to echo through her, quickening her own heartbeat.

Thalassa, who had just managed to steady her breathing, found it suddenly erratic again. She looked up at Lysander, both nervous and incredulous. "Your heart hurts? Did I accidentally hit you too hard?" "Mhm," came Lysander's deep, resonant reply.

Panicked and fearing the worst, Thalassa attempted to withdraw her hand to call for an ambulance.

But Lysander held it firmly in place, his grip insistent. "You've crashed into my heart."

cello, stopped Thalassa in her tracks. She stared at him, eyes wide and shimmering with disbelief. "What did you

worried she might have physically hurt him, but his unexpected confession left her

with a tenderness she hadn't seen before. Gone

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their eyes locked in a

her heartbeat began to recover, then raced, thundering like a drum in her chest. And in her palm, she felt his heartbeat, fast and fierce in

always been cold, distant, and imperious. To see this softer side of him, and to hear such words

her gaze away, she tried to lighten the

alright? Aren't you worried about me?" Lysander asked, a hint of playfulness in

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