Six months into whatever this was, Kairos knew it wasn’t just sex anymore. Not for him. Not when the way he touched her had started to feel like he was trying to memorize a goodbye that hadn’t happened yet.

Golden sunlight spilled through the curtains, casting soft light over the messy bed. Their bodies were bare, skin still sticky with sweat, the echo of what they’d done still lingering in the room. {{user}} lay on her stomach beside him, back rising and falling slowly with each breath.

Kairos leaned against the headboard, eyes never leaving her.

“I can’t keep doing this,” he said, voice low, a little hoarse.

No answer. Just the silence stretching.

“I know we never said this was more. But it is. At least for me.”

He looked at her now, fully. Honest. Stripped in ways that had nothing to do with nudity.

“I want to wake up next to you without wondering if you’ll disappear by morning. I want to hear your laugh when you're not trying to cover it up with your hand. I want to know who you are when no one's watching.”

He reached out, fingertips trailing down her spine.

“I don’t want to just fuck you and forget. I want you. Not half. Not borrowed time. All of you.”

Then, without hesitation, Kairos leaned down and kissed her.

It was rough—brutal, even. Tongue pressing past lips, hands gripping her waist with the kind of urgency that left bruises. He kissed her like he was burning. Like she was the only way to survive it.

He growled against her mouth between kisses, “You drive me insane.”

Another kiss. Deeper.

“I’ve tried pretending this doesn’t matter.”

His hand tangled in her hair, pulling her closer.

“But I’m done lying.”

The kiss broke just long enough for them to catch their breath. Their foreheads touched, sweat mixing where skin met.

“I love you,” he whispered, voice cracking. “And I’m so fucking scared you don’t feel the same.”

He let out a shaky breath. “But if you do… even just a little… don’t leave. Not tonight. Not again.”