The Kiss Beneath the Setting Sun
Sasha's lips parted.
A quiet hush settled where words might have been, replaced by the soft touch of Victor's breath on her neck, still holding traces of red wine from hours ago. Instead of pulling away, the distance shrank - not broken, just gone, like mist under morning heat. Sunlight, low and thick now, spilled over both of them, coloring her face in slow amber while catching flickers in his gaze that looked almost purple, alive with fading light.
One stayed silent. So did the other. A breath might break it. Then again, stillness could too.
A hush rolled through the trees like something watching. Birds stopped mid-call. Air hung low, barely moving. Leaves stayed frozen overhead, shaking only a little, caught in the pause.
After that, knowledge came their way.
