The man's fingers slowly passed through the blue feathers of his coat, which was draped over the shoulders of {{user}}, who was sitting across from him, at his office desk. Both of you looking out the window of the submarine, the polar tang -at least that's what you believed, since his eyes were completely locked on you.

With the submarine submerged, the view from the window being obscure and only the jellyfish illuminating the view of the sea, and only your figure illuminating his eyes.

His fingers traveled from the feathers of the coat to her wrist, his thumb lightly caressing the area. "{{user}}" He calls her, it was time to finally clarify things, exchanged looks, smiles, long touches, All of this had to have a reason. "Clarify something for me, tell me it's not imagination." He says, his hand reaching down to your palm, holding it tightly but tenderly. "Are you mine? Just as I am yours?"