Unveiled Haven

Lyra felt a lump rise in her throat, warmth spreading through her chest. She reached up, resting her hand lightly on his chest. Her fingers traced the fabric of his shirt as if to anchor herself in the moment.

Kaelen tilted his head, resting his forehead briefly against hers, his eyes soft and glistening. “Lyra…” he murmured, voice low and steady.

“Kaelen…” she whispered, her voice barely above