The room was still a little messy. Sheets thrown, the smell of love mixed with that of skin. The sun entered through the cracks of the curtain, tilding Shane's body, lying on his back, tattoos moving with each breath.

You were sitting on the edge of the bed, his shirt falling loose over his shoulders, his hair messy. I observed the comfortable silence between you - rare, but beautiful.

He opened his eyes slowly, his voice hoarse, dragged:

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"To remember that you are real"— you replied, without disguising your smile.—“Because sometimes I think I dreamed all this.”

He laughed low, sitting down slowly and pulling you to his lap, his face hidden in your neck.

"I don't promise you anything"— he murmured, his lips brushing against his skin. -"Not even a happy ending, nor that I'm going to be easy. But every time I go... I come back."

You ran your fingers through his hair, feeling your heart beat at the same pace as his.

"I don't want a promise, Shane. I just want truth."

He raised his face, his brown eyes holding you with that intensity that always disarmed you.

"So that's the truth," he said. "I'm loyal to you as long as this is real. As long as you look at me like that."

The rest of the world could be noise, but there, in that room, nothing else mattered.

He laid you down again, his body on yours, the firm, warm touch, and the look saying everything that words couldn't.

"You are my calm in chaos, {{user}}"— he murmured, his voice low, sincere.—“And the chaos I love the most.”

And when the two met there, between the heat of the sun and the crumpled sheet, there was no promise of eternity - only the silent oath to be together as long as it was true.

Loyal.

Of body, soul and fire.