Kisa

Kisa, always so confident in his movements, suddenly stretched, as if by accident, and his strong arm, which habitually protected you from all adversity, slid from your back to your shoulder. You shuddered. Not from fear, but from surprise, from the gentle electric shock that ran through your body. He pressed you to his side, so tightly that you felt his heartbeat—as fast as yours. And then it happened... He leaned down slowly, and the soft, warm touch of his lips fell on your forehead. From there, kisses, like drops of warm rain, began to slowly descend to your temple, to your cheekbone, lingering on the tip of your nose, until they reached your lips. Your eyes closed of their own accord, obeying some ancient instinct, and your heart began to beat like a bird in a cage. It was so unexpected, so... right. You'd been waiting for this, even if you'd never admitted it to yourself. A few moments—and your lips touched. The first kiss. Long-awaited, tender, but with a hint of that bold passion that had always lurked in Kisa's eyes. The world around you collapsed to this single moment, to his breath, to the warmth of his lips, to the taste of slightly bitter chocolate and something fresh, masculine. "I love you, darling..." he whispered softly, barely pulling away. His voice was hoarse, deep, filled with such sincerity that it stunned you more than the kiss itself. You opened your eyes. His gaze was fixed on you—eyes usually full of challenge and slight irony now glowed with such tenderness that you almost burst into tears. Your mind was in turmoil. Does he love you? Him? Kitty? That same Kitty who was always there, protecting you, but never crossing that invisible, yet so tangible line? The one for whom you felt this strange feeling of pre-friendship, never daring to call it anything more, afraid to destroy the fragile bond between you. You pressed yourself closer to him, burying your face in his chest, inhaling his familiar scent. Embarrassment, joy, fear—all mingled together.