A Kiss Stolen by the Link
[Leon? Are you alright?]
The voice wasn't Sona's.
Leon froze mid-lean, his lips barely a breath away from Lira's. The air between them hung warm, charged—but it wasn't nerves that made him pause. It was the sudden flicker of amusement in his chest. That voice... sultry, sharp, wrapped in velvet and fire. Familiar. A slow smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.
He knew that voice.
"Nova," he murmured under his breath, eyes lowering with that quiet, lopsided grin of his. The Duchess of Blackthorn City. His wild, elegant storm.
He didn't move. Just hovered above Lira, suspended in that intimate space, his breath brushing hers as a silent chuckle curled in his chest.
His thoughts stretched out, smooth and relaxed. [Yes, I'm fine, sweetheart.]
A beat passed.
Then came the reply—sassy and smug, like silk hiding claws.
[I know you're fine. I'm just cheking.]
He raised an eyebrow at her intentionally broken grammar and the dry wit laced beneath it.
