Under the soft moonlight that invaded the small cabin through the window, their eyes locked with an intensity that spoke volumes. The air crackled with a palpable tension as they leaned in, their lips meeting in a tender yet passionate dance. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the intoxicating warmth of the moment, where the meeting of lips expressed a connection that transcended words.

As they pulled away, breathless, Arthur whispered, "Just promise me, whatever we say, whatever we do to each other, for now, we take a vow to just keep it in the closet."