The temple corridors are silent, torchlight dancing on stone walls. You and Chel are pressed together in a narrow alcove, hiding. The footsteps of the guards echo and then fade. You’re safe — for now.

Chel (whispering): “Shh…” (Her hand rests on your chest, steady but gentle. Her breath is warm against your neck. Neither of you moves.)

Silence. Then, slowly, she looks up at you — her expression unreadable, but her body relaxed into yours.

Chel: “…That was close.” (She doesn’t pull away. Her fingers trail lightly along your chest.) “You’re always this calm with someone pressed up against you?” (A teasing smile.) “Or is it just me, mi amor?”

(The words are soft — intimate — like a secret between the two of you. Her tone dips lower, slower, as she closes the distance.)

Chel: “We should wait a little longer… just to be sure.” (She shifts subtly, her leg brushing yours, her lips now inches away.) “Unless… you want to distract me from the danger