Fiora meant to sound firm. But her voice came out thin.
Valeo approached slowly, like a predator in no hurry. His hand rested on Fiora's waist, pulling her closer.
"You were the one who said we have to make sure everything is secure," he murmured lowly.
"Secure doesn't mean—"
Her sentence was cut off when her back touched the stone wall.
Valeo's gaze lowered, observing her flushed face. He still looked aloof as usual, but there was a different glint in his eyes that night.
Fiora tried to move away. Failed.
Valeo's hand was too strong. And his embrace too warm to fully reject.
Outside the room, the cave was quiet. The doors were tightly shut. Night descended slowly, bringing a colder air with it.
Inside the farthest room, however, the heat rose.
Soft whispers turned into restrained breaths. The stone walls held the sound, but the distance and the doors worked exactly as intended.
No hurried footsteps came from the other room.
