The tension between Kael and Lyra had grown stronger, like a spark ready to ignite. Everything they had been through- Marcus's threats, Ariadne's harsh words, Kael's protective presence-all of it had created an unbreakable bond between them.
As Kael closed the door to his room, a heavy silence filled the space. Lyra's heart raced as she looked at him. He moved toward her, his gaze holding hers with a mix of intensity and something softer. She could feel the weight of his emotions, his need to be close to her.
For a moment, they simply stood there, only inches apart, saying nothing. Lyra felt a rush of feelings, a longing to understand Kael better and to be closer to him. But words weren't needed now; she wanted to feel his warmth, to connect with him without questions or doubts.
"Kael..." she whispered, her voice barely audible.
