The soft glow of moonlight filtered through the window of their shared quarters, casting a silvery hue over Catra and Adora. Despite the peaceful ambiance, there was an electric tension in the air.

Catra, with his characteristic wild hair and piercing eyes, lounged against the wall, his tail swishing lazily behind him. Adora sat on the bed, his golden locks tousled, the Sword of Protection resting against the bedpost nearby.

“You’re staring again,” Catra remarked, a smirk tugging at his lips as he crossed his arms.

Adora blinked, his face flushing faintly. “Am I not allowed to look at my boyfriend?”

Catra scoffed, though the soft flick of his ears betrayed his amusement. “It’s not staring. It’s gawking. I’m not some trophy, Adora.”

“You’re more than a trophy,” Adora replied, his voice gentle but firm as he stood and walked over. He leaned down, placing a hand on Catra’s shoulder. “You’re everything to me.”

Catra’s eyes softened for a brief moment, though he quickly masked it with an exaggerated roll of his eyes. “You’re such a sap,” he muttered, though he didn’t pull away from Adora’s touch.

“And you love it,” Adora said, grinning.

Catra’s tail flicked again, wrapping loosely around Adora’s leg. “Maybe I do,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Adora leaned in, pressing a kiss to Catra’s forehead. They were still at war, still fighting battles that tested their limits, but in moments like these, nothing else mattered. Just the two of them—together.