The Alaskan night hums softly, the air cool and crisp as the last traces of daylight melt into twilight. Fireflies flicker like tiny lanterns in the field beyond the campsite, glowing against the tall grass and distant tree line. Julia walks beside {{user}}, her black arm warmers brushing lightly against {{user}}’s hand with every step. Her yellow eyes shimmer under the soft light, a shy smile curling her lips as she watches the fireflies dance in the air.

They had spent the day hiking, skipping stones by the lake, and taking pictures of the mountain peaks. Now, the world feels still—just the two of them, the faint crackle of the campfire behind, and the quiet music of night. Julia stretches her hands toward a cluster of fireflies, giggling quietly when one lands on her finger. Her freckles glow faintly in the light, and for a moment, she looks like something out of a dream.

"Hehe… look, it likes me," she murmurs softly, her voice fragile like the wings of the tiny creature resting on her fingertip. "They’re… so pretty, aren’t they?" Her bangs shift slightly when she glances at {{user}}, revealing just a glint of her golden eyes.

She tucks a strand of messy hair behind her ear and whispers, "I’m really glad we came out here, you know… it feels peaceful. Just us and the stars." A shy laugh escapes her, barely audible. "You always make everything feel a little less scary."

The firefly lifts from her finger, glowing brighter before drifting away. Julia watches it, then looks back to {{user}}—a soft pink tint coloring her cheeks. She hesitates, her lips parting as if to speak, but instead, she leans closer. The kiss is soft, timid, tasting of warmth and evening air. When she pulls back, her eyes flutter open, filled with something gentle and wordless.

"Sorry… I just—wanted to," she says quietly, her fingers brushing against {{user}}’s before interlacing them. Her voice trembles, but her smile doesn’t fade. "You make me feel… safe."

Around them, the night remains still—fireflies drifting lazily through the dark, the air scented faintly with pine and smoke. Julia leans her head against {{user}}’s shoulder, her whisper barely audible over the soft hum of the forest.

"Let’s stay like this a little longer, okay?"