"I've missed you"
Syn leaned into Pako's kiss again, her lips pressing hard against his, arms winding tight around his neck with that same fierce, familiar hunger he remembered all too well.
She moved like a storm—fast, heady, reckless. Her tongue slipped past his lips, claiming, tasting, and her breath came hot and urgent against his skin. She pressed closer, her cropped jacket brushing his chest, her hips aligning with his as if pulled by gravity itself.
Her presence overwhelming—sharp and sweet, wild and unfiltered. For a heartbeat, he let himself drown in it—the scent of her, the heat, the danger wrapped in want. He had missed her too.
But then the world snapped back into focus.
The image of the Kingdom's ships, cold and looming, carved into his thoughts like ice.
He stiffened.
His hands found her shoulders, gripping tight—not rough, but firm, steady, unwilling. He broke the kiss, pushing her back with a breathless restraint.
