They were both in bed, the soft glow of the moon filtering through the curtains and casting gentle shadows across the room. Leon’s hands rested lightly on her waist as his lips traced delicate paths across her skin. First, a tender kiss brushed her cheek, warm and reassuring. Then, he moved higher, his lips lingering on her forehead, as if offering silent comfort and protection.

His touch was featherlight, careful not to rush or disturb the quiet intimacy they shared. The tip of his nose brushed hers, eliciting a soft, breathy laugh from her—one that danced like a secret melody only they could hear. Finally, his lips met hers in a slow, gentle kiss that deepened the unspoken bond between them, wrapping them in a moment untouched by time or worry.