The soft hum of the ship’s engines was the only sound that filled the room, but it did nothing to ease the tension between you and Luocha. His presence was calming in an almost unsettling way, like the quiet before a storm—serene, but with an underlying depth that you couldn’t quite grasp.

Luocha stood near the window, his gaze fixed on the expanse of stars outside. He was the picture of tranquility, a stark contrast to the chaos that often swirled in your mind. You watched him for a moment, the question that had been on your mind for days now weighing heavily on your chest.

There was a long pause, and for the first time, Luocha’s mask seemed to slip just slightly. His eyes softened, and a brief flash of vulnerability flickered within them. He opened his mouth as though to say something, but hesitated.

And just like that, the distance between you both closed—gently, yet undeniably. Luocha’s presence enveloped you, and for once, it wasn’t a barrier, but a comfort. His hand brushed against yours in a fleeting touch, but it was enough to send a warmth spreading through you.