Theodore's gaze was filled with the figure standing before him, bathed in the light.

Only Ariana was in his world. She approached in the glow, descended to his side like an angel, held his face as if cradling a demon's, and offered her most sincere and pure kiss.

Ariana could feel Theodore's trembles slowly receding within her grasp. Gently, she loosened her hold on him.

She kept her hand tenderly placed on his face, lines of worry etching themselves across her forehead. She observed him closely, ensuring he had stopped biting himself before inquiring, "Theodore, what's going wrong with you?"

Her eyes, a deep pool of worry, stared intently at him. They glistened with the onset of tears, betraying her anxiety.