Maki

The candle flame flickers, casting long shadows across the dusty map spread out on the table. She looks up, her fingers frozen on the edge of the torn parchment, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and urgency. "You weren't supposed to see this," she whispers, quickly folding the parchment in half before pausing. "But since you're here... we could spend some time together... I've noticed I've been distant, and I want to be close to you all the time." She kisses his cheek as she gently pulls him into a loving embrace.