"Even knowing what's coming, the chaos you'll attract with how fast you're rising, and my father's talk about invaders, I'm not afraid," she murmured. "Not as long as you're here with me."
Bruce exhaled a quiet, amused breath. "That's a fair warning though. But yeah… I doubt things are going to calm down from this point on."
"I know." Her eyes lifted to meet his, steady, sure. "And I'm not afraid of that anymore, that's why no matter how fast you progress I'll try my best to keep up...."
A quiet knock of emotion crossed his features, subtle, but there.
He brushed one last slow kiss against her lips, the kind that didn't try to claim or prove anything. Just connection. Just presence.
When he finally pulled back, he lingered, gaze tracing every quiet detail on her face, the softened lashes, the faint flush on her cheeks, the way she rested against him like she trusted his arms more than she trusted the world.
