— ZORYN —
Ren freezes the moment my lips meet his, his expression softening instantly. He doesn't freeze because he doesn't want it; he freezes because he wants it too much. It's almost like he didn't actually think I would do it—which is silly, given how we've been the last few days.
His breath stutters softly against my mouth, warm and uneven, and for a heartbeat he doesn't move at all—like he's afraid that if he does, something in him will break.
Then, slowly, deliberately, he lifts one hand and cups my jaw. He's holding it gently, like I'm fragile… no, like I'm precious.
The kiss deepens, careful at first—Ren testing the angle and pressure, feeling the new weight of the piercing against his tongue. When it brushes against my lower lip, barely there, a quiet sound slips from his throat before he can stop it.
Our bond flares.
Ren pulls back just enough to rest his forehead against mine, breath heavy, eyes half-lidded and glowing faintly.
