Blackrich Isles

"Fiona-"was all he said. She looked as beautiful as ever, a simple pullover and pants looking undeniably tasteful on her body.

"It's over now, isn't it?" she asked, her voice tinged with a mix of sadness and resignation. She sat on the edge of the bed, her posture facing away from him.

"Yes," Jaegar replied softly, taking a seat beside her. His gaze lingered on her.

"Do you regret it?" she asked, her words barely audible in the quiet room.

"No," he answered, the weight of his feelings echoing in his simple response. The memories of their shared night were etched vividly in his mind, a memory he knew he couldn't erase, even if he wanted to.

"It was a beautiful night," he added, his voice a mixture of understatement and longing. The connection they had shared had been undeniably intense, a fleeting moment of passion and vulnerability.