The dim alleyway reeked of damp brick and distant garbage, shadows clinging to the narrow space between towering buildings.
Seijirou pressed Haruka against the rough wall, his lips crashing into hers with urgent hunger.
Their kiss started soft, muffled by the need for silence—lips brushing, tongues flicking tentatively as footsteps echoed faintly from the street beyond.
Haruka's face remained a mask of stoic calm, her wide eyes half-lidded, but her body betrayed her: fingers clutching his shirt, pulling him closer, hips shifting restlessly against his thigh.
Seijirou's hands roamed her sides, sliding under her thin blouse to grip her waist as he broke the kiss just enough to whisper,
"Try and keep quiet, Haruka. Anyone could walk by."
She nodded, her breath hot against his neck, but her eyes sparkled with that subtle gleam—expectation flickering like a hidden flame.
Despite her emotionless facade, her parted lips trembled, chasing his mouth for more.
