ADRIAN'S P.O.V.
The air in the cave was heavy, humming with a tension that neither of us seemed entirely ready to break. Juliette's lips hovered so close to mine that I could feel the warmth of her breath. Her eyes, pools of deep amber brown, flickered between uncertainty and resolve. I wanted to kiss her—oh, how I wanted to—but something held me back. Instead, I closed the distance between us and pressed my lips softly to her forehead.
Her skin was warm, grounding, and the gesture felt more intimate than any kiss ever could. When I pulled back, her expression was unreadable for a moment before she raised an eyebrow and smirked.
"Let me guess," she said dryly. "That was supposed to make me fall head over heels for you?"
I chuckled, the sound bouncing off the cavern walls. "It wasn't my intention to rush your descent, darling. But should you choose to fall, I'll catch you."
