The room was steeped in serene silence, broken only by the faint crackling of the delight candles casting a warm, golden glow.
Their enchanting aroma wrapped around Hugo and Lily like an invisible spell, soothing yet intoxicating.
It made everything feel… magical.
Occasionally, some soft, rhythmic kissing sounds, and the shift of fabric as they moved closer would break the silence.
Overall, it was a very romantic moment.
Hugo was fully in the moment, lost in the softness of Lily's lips. 'These lips…' he thought, pressing against them again.
'These lips should be illegal! They're too soft, too perfect. It's like kissing melted marshmallows, but better!'
For a second, he let himself drift. He felt like a movie star in a romance flick, but then reality hit him like a slap.
'Wait. The death mission!' His eyes snapped open mid kiss, and his heart started pounding for an entirely different reason.
