Mikhailis blinked, the question catching him off guard.
"One thing that I want?" he repeated, his tone curious.
Elowen nodded, her gaze never leaving his.
"I feel like I've been receiving so much from you. Your support, your ideas, your time... and I haven't given you enough in return. I want to know what you want, Mikhailis. Something that I can give you."
Mikhailis stared at her for a moment, his mind racing. It wasn't often that Elowen spoke like this—open, vulnerable, willing to give. She had always been so strong, so composed, and seeing her like this made his heart swell.
Something I want, huh...?
He reached out, his hand cupping her cheek, his thumb gently brushing her skin.
Let's answer this like a chad.