INT. HOSPITAL ROOM – LATER THAT MORNING
The room slowly cleared—Lee gave Adam a silent nod before closing the door behind him. Jaciee mouthed "call me if she needs anything" and vanished with a teary smile.
Silence lingered.
Snowflake looked at Adam, his tall frame stiff at the edge of her bed, hands trembling slightly. The fire in his eyes had softened—but it still burned, this time with a different kind of heat. A longing. A storm he couldn't suppress anymore.
She tilted her head, her soft voice breaking the silence.
"What's going on in that mafia brain of yours?"
Adam took one step closer.
Then another.
He sat on the edge of the bed, brushing a loose strand of her hair behind her ear.
"You have no idea what you mean to me…" he whispered.
Her breath caught. "Adam…"
"I've been wanting to do this since the day you crashed into my world," he said softly, gaze locked onto her lips.
Snowflake didn't stop him.
She didn't want to.
His hand gently cupped her jaw, thumb brushing her cheek. Her skin was warm beneath his touch, fragile and alive.
Then, slowly—reverently—he leaned in.
Their lips met.
Time stopped.
Her lips were soft like rose petals at dawn—tender, trembling, healing.
His kiss was gentle at first, like a secret finally escaping his soul. She gasped softly, clutching his shirt. Their hearts thudded in sync, pain and love intertwining in that one stolen moment.
When he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against hers, eyes closed.
"You're not just mine, Snowflake," he whispered, voice shaking with everything he felt, "you're the pulse in my veins, the breath in my lungs. If the world dares to even look at you wrong— I swear on my soul, I'll drown it in fire and smile while I burn."
She smiled, barely holding back her tears.
"Took you long enough, Mafia boy…"
They stayed there for a while—forehead to forehead, breath to breath—as if daring the world to try and pull them apart again.
She pulled him with every ounce of strength—fierce yet fragile—like a baby daring to tame a lion's wild heart.
Her hands tangled in his shirt, holding him like he was her only lifeline.
Then she kissed him—
Not just a kiss, but a storm.
She pressed her lips against his eyes, as if sealing away all his pain.
She traced fire along his cheeks with every gentle brush of her mouth.
And finally, she captured his lips—soft, urgent, and trembling.
Her breath hitched as she kissed him deeper, pulling him closer like a magnet.
With a trembling, almost innocent need, she sucked his lower lip—like a baby craving the warmth and safety of a mother's touch.
His heart thundered, skin burning beneath her touch.
Every nerve ignited, every fear drowned in the fierce tenderness of her love.
He lost himself in her—completely, utterly—because she was his calm in every storm, the fire that consumed him whole.
The world stopped.
And all that remained was the wild, beautiful madness of them.
He pulled her closer, taking gentle control as if she was his entire world.
His hands cradled her delicate face, fingers tracing the soft curve of her jaw.
Then his lips met hers—deep, fierce, and unrelenting.
An intense kiss that drowned out everything but the two of them.
Time slipped away. It was just him and her—no past, no future—only this moment, burning bright.
He kissed her again and again, his passion spilling over as his lips trailed down to her neck.
Snowflake's fragile fingers tangled in his hair, trembling with need.
Unaware, he left a mark—a love bite, tender yet wild.
She gasped softly—"Ugh..."
He snapped back to reality, blushing as he pulled away, shy laughter breaking the tension.
Both lost in their own little world, completely oblivious to the evidence of their reckless love left glowing on her neck.
Stupid lovers.
And absolutely perfect.
Lee knocked—twice. Then a third, louder thump echoed through the room as Kristy leaned in with a smirk.
When the door creaked open, both froze at the scene inside.
Snowflake in Adam's arms, lips still parted, cheeks flushed.
Adam's hand resting possessively at her waist, her fingers still curled in his shirt.
Time stopped—but not for Lee and Kristy.
They exchanged glances. And then came the barely contained laughter.
Lee coughed into his fist, grinning.
Kristy blurted, "Mad lover, aren't you, Adam?"
Adam jerked back like he'd been electrocuted.
Snowflake squeaked and buried her face in his chest, mortified.
Kristy pointed, still snickering, "By the way... love bite. Nice souvenir, Snow."
Lee waved a hand to calm the chaos. "Relax, lovebirds. I wouldn't interrupt your fairy tale if it wasn't urgent."
Adam cleared his throat, lips twitching between a scowl and a smile. "What is it?"
Lee's face turned serious. "Drake just tracked him down."
"Bad boy's in Setagaya. We've got him, Adam. All we need now… is your word."
Adam's eyes darkened like a storm rolling in.
Snowflake held his hand tighter, silently giving him strength.