The Lover's Seal [Part-2]
Leon moved forward, his tone low and heavy with meaning, eyes locked, and outstretched his hand.
"My love," he whispered softly, his voice little more than a breath, "I want to do something. Trust me?"
Sona blinked once, the request not fully forming in her mind before her response ascended without hesitation. "Always," she replied, the word heavy with the same unspoken certainty that only love could bestow.
Leon's lips twisted into a smile—not the one for the world, but the uncommon one he only showed her. The one that told stories of wars won and feelings overcome, of taking refuge in one when everything else had been reduced to ash. His fingers roved higher to push a rebellious strand of her black hair behind her ear, tracing her cheek as if committing her skin to memory.
Then, slowly, intently, he leaned in so their foreheads touched.
