Katara’s lips were warm and impossibly soft—like a dream painted in starlight, too perfect to be real. The kiss wasn’t messy or rushed, but slow and sweet, full of tender flutters that made {{user}}’s heart ache. Their lips moved in perfect sync, fitting together like a secret meant to be kept.

“{{user}}…” Katara’s voice was soft, breathy—a gentle murmur that melted into the moment. {{user}} cupped her cheek, holding her close, not ready to let go of something that felt this magical.

“{{user}}…” The voice again, firmer now. Strange. Echoing like thunder in their mind. Too loud for such a delicate dream.

“{{user}}!”

They jolted upright, cheeks flushed and skin damp with sweat, breath caught in their throat. Katara knelt beside their bedroll, eyes wide with concern, one hand lightly on their shoulder.

“Are you okay?” she asked gently. “You were mumbling in your sleep… you kept saying my name. Was it… a nightmare?”