Kiss Without Words
"That's your greeting?"
"It's concern," she corrected gently.
Her kiss was cool at first — controlled, measured — but there was depth beneath it. A quiet intensity that pulled him inward rather than consuming him outright. When she parted, her fingers lingered at his jaw.
"Don't neglect yourself," she said softly.
Sona followed, silver hair brushing her shoulders as she approached. She didn't speak at first. She simply searched his face.
"You're really back," she whispered.
"I am."
Her kiss was tender — almost shy — but it lingered longer than expected. Her hands rested over his heart, as if confirming it was still beating the way she remembered.
Aria stepped forward next, composed as ever.
"I assume," she said smoothly, "you intend to explain your absence later."
"I assume I'll be interrogated."
"Correct."
