[Read First] This chapter can be skipped plus its a little cringe to some people. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
As Sylvanas and Zanin's bond deepened over the years, the connection between them grew undeniable, though unspoken. They had fought side by side, shared victories and losses, and weathered the storms of grief and war together. The unspoken feelings that had lingered beneath the surface for so long were becoming harder to ignore, yet neither of them was willing to break the delicate balance they had maintained.
The tension between them was palpable, a current that buzzed in the air whenever they were close. It was in the way their eyes lingered on each other a moment too long, in the soft, fleeting touches that seemed to carry more weight than they should. But neither of them dared to speak of it, afraid that putting it into words might shatter the fragile bond they had built.
Their days were filled with the demands of leadership, of rebuilding their home and defending it against new threats. But in the quiet moments, when they were alone together, the air was thick with unspoken desire, with a longing that neither of them could fully deny.
It was during one such quiet moment, late at night, when the silence between them became too heavy to bear. They had been talking about the future, about the challenges that lay ahead, when the conversation had slowly drifted to more personal matters.
"Sylvanas," Zanin began, his voice soft, "we've been through so much together. I don't think I could have made it without you."
She looked at him, her heart beating faster at the sincerity in his eyes. "You've been my rock, Zanin. I don't know what I would have done without you."
He reached out, gently taking her hand in his. The touch sent a shiver down her spine, and she knew, deep down, that this was a moment they couldn't walk away from. Not this time.
"Sylvanas," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, "there's something I need to tell you. Something I've felt for a long time, but I… I didn't know how to say it."
Her breath caught in her throat as she searched his face, seeing the same longing reflected in his eyes that had been burning within her for so long. "Zanin…" she began, but the words failed her.
He moved closer, his hand still holding hers, his gaze locked onto hers with an intensity that made her heart race. "I love you, Sylvanas," he confessed, his voice filled with a vulnerability that she had never seen in him before. "I've loved you for a long time."
The world seemed to stop as his words hung in the air between them. For a moment, Sylvanas didn't know what to say. The emotions that had been carefully tucked away, the feelings she had tried to suppress, all came rushing to the surface.
"I love you too, Zanin," she finally whispered, her voice trembling with the weight of the admission. "I've tried to push it away, to ignore it, but… I can't anymore."
There was a moment of silence, filled only with the sound of their breathing, before Zanin closed the distance between them. His lips found hers in a kiss that was sweet, tentative, and filled with years of unspoken desire. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them, locked in an embrace that felt like the culmination of everything they had been through together.
The kiss deepened, the years of longing and restraint finally breaking free. There was no hesitation now, no holding back. They had fought too hard, lost too much, to deny themselves this any longer.
The passion between them quickly grew uncontrollable, a fire that burned hotter with every touch, every kiss. As they stumbled into the nearby house, hands frantically tearing at each other's clothes, the world outside ceased to exist. There was only the two of them, their love, and the fierce need to claim what had been denied for so long.
The house, which had once been a place of refuge, quickly became a chaotic battlefield of its own. Furniture was overturned, walls cracked, and windows shattered as their love-making took on a fervor that neither of them could contain. The intensity of their passion was overwhelming, driven by years of pent-up desire and the unyielding bond they had forged in the fires of war and loss.
When it was over, they lay together in the ruins of the house, breathless and spent, but with a newfound sense of peace and completeness. The world outside still raged on, but in this moment, they had found a sanctuary in each other—a place where their love could finally flourish, free from the burdens of the past.
Zanin held Sylvanas close, his hand gently brushing the hair from her face as he looked at her with a tenderness that made her heart ache. "I've waited so long for this," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion.
"So have I," Sylvanas replied, her voice soft and filled with the same tenderness. "But it was worth the wait."
As they lay together, wrapped in each other's arms, they knew that whatever challenges the future held, they would face them together. Their love, forged in the fires of war, was now a force that could not be broken.
And as the first light of dawn began to filter through the shattered windows, they shared one last, sweet kiss, sealing the bond that would carry them through whatever was to come.