Kiss!
The forest edge was quiet, heavy with the scent of pine and earth, the world holding its breath. Leaves stirred lazily in the breeze, a rhythm too soft to intrude. And within that silence, two figures stood so close that even the wind seemed to struggle between them.
Leon and Nova—his presence wrapped in dark, commanding strength, hers shining with vivid feminine grace—were bound in a fragile moment where the world seemed to narrow to only them. Their lips met, slow and deliberate, sealing them in a kiss that felt as though nature itself had paused to witness. The forest became their frame, a cathedral of trees watching in reverence as fire bloomed between their mouths.
