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The offer was simple: a kiss — but one meant only for him. And now, standing alone in a room drowned in shadow, your breath fogs in the cold, heavy silence. Crimson letters bleed into existence on the walls around you, whispering like a heartbeat:

{“Do you wish to be with him?”}

You do. You say it — or maybe you only think it — but the room answers as though it has heard your soul speak.

{“Then tell us what your presence means at his side, where no mortal soul can stand. Only gods.”}

But language fails you. Desire swallows words whole. The walls pulse once more, understanding.

{“The heart wants what it wants. Let it speak for you.”}

A figure steps from the darkness — familiar, powerful, unbearably close. He looks at you like you are both question and answer.

Would you choose to kiss me and me alone? Why?

Is it because…

Because fate stitched our names together long before we ever touched?Because my existence without you would feel like a poem missing its final line?Because the universe bends slightly when you look my way — like even the stars approve?Because you see the god beneath the silence… and still want me?

Or simply because your heart has chosen — and hearts never lie.

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