Seo is dimly aware of her arms, wrapped around him. That unmistakable scent of crushed mountain roses clings to her. He buries his head against her with a sigh of relief as her fingers comb through his sweaty locks. It is ironic how an age ago he had tried to chase away her attentions and how after circling this cursed existence for so long he yearns for the same tender touch.
"Don't go," he mutters. Her answer comes in the form of her lips pressed on his forehead, muted and full of promises.
"I'm not going anywhere," her soft words brush against his skin.
