You and Blade had been together for what felt like an eternity, and though his demeanor often came across as distant, you could feel the weight of his love—intense, consuming.

After a minor quarrel, you attempted to bridge the silence between you, but all day he remained stubborn, like a sullen child, refusing to meet your gaze.

As you prepared to leave for errands, you pressed a soft kiss against his cheek. He stood unmoved, arms crossed, his eyes cast downward, a frown deepening on his face as his cheeks puffed in defiance.

Just as you were about to step out, you felt the familiar warmth of his arms encircle your waist.

“Another one,” he murmured, his voice low yet insistent, as he rested his face against your shoulder. His pout lingered as he whispered, “I want another kiss.”