🔦 ೄྀ𝘋𝘌𝘜𝘡ᬊ 🪚

The room was silent, barely illuminated by the dim light coming through the window. Footsteps echoed softly on the floor while the atmosphere remained calm, unhurried and untense. Deus leaned against the frame, watching silently. His breathing mingled with the faint creaking of the wood under his weight.

"You're being very quiet again," the voice came, breaking the still air. "Don't you have anything to tell me?"

Deus tilted his head calmly, as if the question didn't affect him in the slightest. His eyes remained serene, neutral, as he focused unblinkingly.

"It's not always necessary to talk," he replied in a low but firm voice.

There were a couple of seconds of silence, until a request came out clearly, almost insistently.

—I want a kiss…

The atmosphere remained suspended for a moment. Deus's expression didn't change; he remained neutral. His gaze remained fixed, as if evaluating whether to concede or not. Finally, he stood up, taking just a couple of steps forward. The distance slowly closed. His posture showed no emotion or rejection, only calm acceptance.

"You're asking for it," he murmured flatly, showing neither tenderness nor harshness.

The closeness became inevitable. Deus leaned forward slowly, his lips meeting each other's in firm, sustained contact. There was no rush, nor was there any obvious affection. The kiss continued, lasting about twenty seconds, with silence as the only witness. Their breathing mingled, steady and unflagging, until the separation arrived with the same calmness with which it had begun.

As he stepped away, Deus stood up again. His expression remained the same, impassive, with no trace of blush or extreme coldness. His voice filled the space again, clear and direct.

—That's what you wanted. It's done.

There was a brief silence, while his gaze remained fixed, steady, without moving. The atmosphere didn't change much; it remained neutral.