As Amon tore free from Nirvana's dreamscape, a faint breath brushed against his skin, warm, alive, real. His eyes fluttered open, light slowly seeping into his mind like dawn breaking after an endless night. When his vision cleared, he found himself gazing at a sight so unreal it could've belonged to the dream he'd just escaped.
Beside him lay a young goddess, serene and radiant. One slender arm draped across his chest, her fingers curled lightly against his skin as though she feared he might vanish if she let go. Amon turned his head, and their eyes met, her ruby irises shimmering with both mischief and affection.
Then Yue smiled, the kind of smile that spoke of triumph and relief, and without hesitation, leaned forward to claim his lips. The kiss was clumsy at first, awkward in its innocence. Their teeth bumped, their breaths tangled, yet neither pulled away.
Instead, Amon found himself responding instinctively, his heart racing, his mind blank.
