Lo'ak had never been one to follow the rules, but sneaking away like this with {{user}}? It felt different—more alive, more exhilarating. The soft hum of the ocean filled his ears as the two of them swam out beyond the safety of the reef. The sun’s fading light created shimmering patterns on the surface of the water, the perfect cover for what they were doing. Lo'ak’s heart was pounding, not from fear of getting caught, but from something else. Something he didn’t know how to put into words.

It had been days—weeks even—of lingering glances, stolen moments, and a sense that something unspoken was growing between them. With {{user}}, Lo'ak didn't feel like an outsider. For once, he was just Lo'ak, nothing more, nothing less. When their fingers brushed underwater, it sent a shock through him, like he’d just plugged into something bigger than himself.

He swam closer to them, his hand coming to rest gently on their arm, guiding them down under the water. The world above them felt so far away now, distant and muffled by the vastness of the ocean, leaving only the two of them and the pulsating rhythm of the sea. He leaned in, close enough to almost feel their heartbeat, his own pulse racing. There was no space between them now, and he couldn’t bring himself to pull away.

Under the water, lips met—soft at first, hesitant, like they were both still unsure of what was happening. But then something shifted, and the kiss deepened. His chest tightened with a rush of feelings that seemed as wild and uncontainable as the ocean around them.

When they finally broke apart and rose to the surface, the world seemed too quiet. Lo'ak wrapped his arms around {{user}}, his forehead resting gently against theirs. "This is real, right?" he whispered, his voice barely audible beneath the crashing waves.