𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚎 “𝙶𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛” 𝙲𝚊𝚜𝚑

closer to him almost as if drawn, hazel eyes less guarded now. Charis stood on her toes, slowly, her lips moved against his. This kiss was different. Almost… vulnerable. ❝Thank you.❞ She murmured against his lips.

so long Cole, I don’t think I would merge well with others. That and… Majestros.❞ She sighed. ❝I don’t think it would work.❞

latter, she withdrew her hands, fingertips caressing his skin as she pulled away. ❝I had some business nearby, which resulted in impressive intelligence about daemonite movements in major cities. I thought I’d share it with Halo. It’s too many for me to handle alone.❞

mouthed, tongues melding and enticing. Intense, but fleeting. After a lingering moment, she abruptly broke away, her full lips parted with heavy breath— hazel irises darkened as she looked up into his eyes. ❝It’s good to see you Cole.❞

❝Still flirting with danger I see.❞ Despite her raised eyebrow, a coy smirk tilted the corner of her lips. She moved closer one step, then two, with her natural catlike grace. ❝If you recall, my kisses pack quite a punch.❞

❝Maybe if I’m in a good mood, you’ll get a hello kiss this time… who knows.❞

♱ “𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉’𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇? 𝔄𝔣𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔨”