Tris looked at me—
Her eyes lingering, uncertain, yet filled with something I couldn't ignore.
That gaze… it wasn't just simple eye contact.
It carried weight, and it was something unsaid.
It lingered with hesitation, but also a fragile sense of longing—like she was teetering on the edge of revealing something she'd held in for far too long.
There was something in those eyes for me—something soft and aching.
Affection, maybe. Or perhaps… hope.
"I-Is that okay with you, Leon?" she asked in a voice that trembled with raw insecurity. "Do you even want someone like me? I don't compare to any of your girls…"
Her voice quivered, barely above a whisper.
"I'm plain. I don't have any real appeal. I'm not sexy… and I'm definitely not busty…"
She looked down at herself, a mix of embarrassment and self-consciousness in her eyes. Her words, as blunt as they were, weren't wrong.
