Nova's POV
I had never imagined that a lazy afternoon with Eldur could spiral into something so… chaotic. The sort of chaos you'd see in a disaster movie, but without the cool special effects. We were curled up on my couch, watching some old comedy I had found buried under a pile of forgotten DVDs, the laughter from the screen blending with Eldur's dark sense of humor. Every time something silly happened, he would chuckle quietly, his silver eyes gleaming with mischief. His laugh was like soft thunder—low, smooth, and deep.
I laughed loudly at some ridiculous scene, maybe a bit too loudly because Eldur turned to me with an amused smirk.
"Are you trying to wake the neighbors, pretty girl?" he teased, raising an eyebrow, his voice laced with dry humor.
"You're just jealous because you don't laugh that loudly," I teased back, nudging him with my shoulder. "You've got that stoic wizard thing going on."
