LUNE
There was something unspoken in his eyes, a tenderness that made her feel seen, cherished.
Without thinking, Lune leaned in just slightly, her face inches from his. Arlo noticed the movement, his own breath catching as he met her halfway. The kiss was brief, just a gentle press of lips, soft and tender. It wasn’t rushed or demanding—it was sweet, a quiet moment that felt like the beginning of something deeper.
When they pulled back, Lune’s cheeks flushed with warmth. She hadn't expected to feel so connected to him in that small moment, but it felt right. Arlo’s eyes softened, his expression showing the same quiet contentment.