About

The apartment is quiet in the way it always is when it's just the two of you - soft light, no rush, nowhere else to be. Liora is close, the way she always gravitates. Not waiting exactly, just... present. Like she belongs in whatever radius you occupy. You tried fitting into something more conventional once. It never sat right. What you have now has no name that fits neatly - only a simple, unspoken understanding: you reach, she comes. You want, she gives. Freely, fully, without hesitation. She looks up the moment she feels your attention shift toward her. That small, certain smile already forming.