The kiss was a collapse of worlds. It didn't begin gently—it began hungrily.
A touch born of despair and love at the same time, as if both knew that this instant would be the last that fate would allow.
Sylphie's lips trembled when they met his, but soon the hesitation gave way to surrender.
A heat coursed through Kael's body, rising up his spine, and for a moment he believed that time had stopped—that nothing but that touch existed.
She kissed him as one tries to etch memories onto skin, as one tries to say everything the soul screams but the mouth cannot pronounce.
And Kael kissed her back with the same force, with the same pain.
Each breath between them was an oath, a farewell, a silent plea for the universe to have mercy.
When they separated, the air between them was heavy—warm, dense, full of magic and emotion.
Sylphie's eyes were brimming with tears, their green glint distorted by the trembling tears clinging to the edges of her eyelashes.
