Looking at her, with no answer coming from her lips, Lucas felt a flicker of doubt—like he had just said something foolish. But he didn't take it back.
"And… before you give me your answer," he said quietly, his gaze shifting away from her, "I need you to know why I'm saying this. When I first saw you… it was like an electric shock ran through my body. Like you were the person I'd been waiting for all along."
Rosalie's breath caught. His words stirred something deep within her, something she fought to keep hidden. In that moment, she wanted nothing more than to throw herself into his arms, to press her lips to his in a fierce, unspoken promise. She wanted to hold him tight, to never let go… but she kept herself in check, clinging to control.
"Well," she began, her voice softer now, "to tell you the truth… I've also been waiting for my life partner. And, just like you, I felt that same shock the moment I looked at you." Her lips curved into a slow, playful smile. "And if you must know, I'm also a very possessive and clingy girl." She delivered the last part in the same tone he had used, mirroring his confession.
Lucas's chest warmed at her words. He wanted to pull her into a hug right then. He knew the mate bond is manipulating them and might be pushing their emotions forward faster than normal—but he also knew, with unshakable certainty, that she would love him forever. She would stand by him, loyal and unyielding, and he could trust her with his life.
(As compared to real world I think it's best.)
He didn't answer right away. Instead, he simply smiled—a smile full of warmth and promise—and kept his eyes locked on her.
Rosalie didn't speak either. She held his gaze, drinking in that smile as if it were the rarest thing in the world. In her mind, she already knew—he was hers, and she was his. Forever.
"So… I'll take that as a yes, then?" Lucas asked at last, his voice light and teasing.
Rosalie's lips curved into a grin, and without a word, she nodded.
Seeing her nod, Lucas's smile widened. Slowly, he extended his hand toward her.
Her eyes softened as she looked at his hand, then back at him. A smile tugged at her lips before she placed her cool, delicate hand in his warm, calloused palm. Her grip tightened instinctively.
Feeling the contrast—her soft, cold skin against his warmth—Lucas tightened his hold as well, his heart filling with a happiness he couldn't quite put into words.
'Yesterday, I was wondering how I'd ever get close to him,' Rosalie thought, her gaze drifting to their joined hands. 'And now… I'm holding his hand like a lover.' The thought filled her with a sense of completion, like she had finally found the happiness she'd been searching for.
"So… now what am I to you?" she asked, a teasing glint in her eyes.
Lucas smirked. "You're my fiancée now."
Rosalie's brow lifted in mock surprise. "We're going very very very fast?" Her lips softened into a tender smile. "But… I like it, my fiancé."
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