He's Dead

(Camilla’s POV) I stood in the doorway of my office, staring at Kalel with a mix of confusion and curiosity. He appeared suddenly, as he often did, with that calm, commanding presence that makes it hard for anyone to say no to him. But this time, there is something different in his eyes—something softer, almost playful. “What are you doing here so early?” I asked, looking at him confusedly. “Wear something beautiful tonight,” Kalel said, his tone casual yet firm, as if he were merely reminding me of a forgotten appointment. I blinked, taken aback. “Excuse me?” “Tonight,” he repeated, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “I want to take you out on a date.” “A date?” I echoed, my mind racing. “But… is there some kind of event I’ve forgotten about? Something that needs us to go out together?” Kalel chuckled, a deep, rich sound that made my heart skip a beat. “No, no event. No business. I just want to take you out. Just the two of us.” The butterflies in my stomach went wild.