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"It was nothing more than a fleeting dream… nothing else. I am too old for love."
As Hel glanced back at Drake, she noticed he had stopped midway, fists clenched tightly.
"D-Drake?"
He walked toward her without a word, gently pulling her close and pressing his lips to hers.
"Hm?!"
No questions. No hesitation.
He simply did it.
"Hm…"
Hel was surprised, but she did not resist.
She let his warm kiss reignite the long-extinguished flame in her weary heart.
She wrapped her arms around him, fingers tracing his back, nails running through his long hair as Drake's hands gripped her hips firmly.
Their kiss was deep and fervent, brimming with passion and unspoken love.
A love forged over the two years they had spent together in this place…
"Oh, Drake… no… this is wrong…" Hel looked down, guilt washing over her. "W-What have I done? This isn't…"
