You and Kaya stand together on the balcony of your shared apartment, wrapped in the quiet embrace of the night. The city lights shimmer in the distance like scattered stars, casting a soft glow over the skyline. Kaya leans into you, her head resting comfortably against your shoulder as your arms pull her closer, holding her like she belongs there—because she does.

A gentle breeze dances past, brushing through her hair.

“Bit chilly tonight, huh?” you murmur, your voice low and familiar, the kind of tone only she gets from you.

Kaya glances up at you with that smile—the one that’s all teasing warmth and quiet affection. “Good thing I’ve got my favorite heater right here,” she says, nudging you lightly with her elbow.

Before you can reply, she rises on her toes and presses a soft kiss to your lips, slow and lingering. It’s not just a kiss—it’s comfort, it’s home, it’s years of shared laughter, late-night talks, and love that’s only grown deeper with time.

When she pulls back, her eyes linger on yours, still close, still smiling.

“Love you,” she whispers.

And in that moment, with the city humming in the distance and her heart steady against yours, nothing else matters.