The heavy door of the suite clicked shut, the sound final and echoing—a barrier between them and a world that was already trying to pull them apart.
Inside, the air was heavy, charged with the scent of lilies and the frantic rhythm of their breathing. Alex stood for a moment, his hand still on the brass handle. In the silent theater of his mind, he reached out to his only constant witness.
"System… you know what you have to do, right? If the worst happens…"
[ Don't worry, Host. What you fear is never going to come to pass as long as I am with you. I'll make sure you don't become a teen father, so for tonight… you can go all out. ]
"Thanks, brother."
Alex turned, and Alicia was already there. She launched herself at him with fierce hunger, her lips crashing against his in a desperate kiss.
Her hands clutched his face, pulling him closer as they shared a kiss fueled by the salt of her tears and the heat of her devotion.
