Vincent/Vaelthor/Star~
The room was still vibrating with the aftershock of our kiss—like the air itself hadn't yet decided whether to calm down or combust. Katrina still smelled faintly of wildflowers, that soft sweetness threading through the electric shimmer of her celestial light. It clung to my skin, settled in my lungs, and refused to let go. My heart was beating way too loud, like someone had handed a toddler a drum and told them to "go wild." I didn't remember our past, but in that moment, I didn't need to. Every thundering beat told me the same truth: she was mine. And somehow, impossibly, I was hers.
