Tai, the imperial with eyes the color of a stormy sea, spoke only a few words.:

• — «Just write down what you think, what you like.»*

It seemed like a simple sentence, but it hung in the air, heavy and sticky like tar. In his gaze, piercing blue like the depths of the ocean, there was an unsolved mystery that made you forget everything except this moment. Why are you silent? Why do your fingers feel numb, like frostbite? My heart is pounding in my chest, a frantic drumming that drowns out all other sounds.

The room is spacious and bright, with tall windows overlooking the snow–capped mountains. But all this space narrows, shrinks to the size of a tiny cage, where only the two of you remain. The distance between you is minimal, so close that you can feel every breath, every pulse. The air thickens from unspoken words, from tension, from an incomprehensible attraction. you try to open your lips to deal with the erratic breathing, with this uncontrollable anxiety, but the voice gets stuck in your throat.

And at that very moment, like a sudden gust of wind, he embraces you, pressing you against a cold stone wall. The body is tensing, ready to resist, to fight back. you raise your hand, intending to strike, to stop this unexpected onslaught, but his hand intercepts yours, stopping you in mid-stride. His fingers, incredibly strong and gentle at the same time, wrap around my palm. And then... a kiss.