His fingers moved softly, tenderly, as he brushed a few strands of hair from her face. A soft smile formed on his lips, filled with a deep, protective affection.
As he patted her head, his touch was gentle, almost reverent.
"You are mine, only mine. How could I ever share you?" he murmured, his voice a soft whisper of possessiveness mingled with love.
Mer Chu's eyes softened as he continued to gaze at her, the world outside the carriage seeming to fade away.
Slowly, he lowered his head, his breath mingling with the soft rise and fall of Jiho's. He raised his other hand, gently pushing his hair back to clear the way.
With deliberate care, he leaned down further, his lips pressing a tender kiss on Jiho's forehead. His eyes shone with a glint of determination, a flash of unwavering resolve that contrasted sharply with the softness of his gesture.
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