KIEL'S POINT OF VIEW
I never thought I'd find myself here, in this quiet space between us, feeling more vulnerable than I ever expected. Odette is beside me, her head resting softly on my shoulder, her presence so gentle it's almost sacred. The moonlight filters through the curtains, casting a pale glow that makes everything feel calm and still, like the world outside has paused just for us.
I reach out, my fingertips brushing a stray lock of her hair, and I hesitate for a moment. It's a small gesture, but it feels monumental—like I'm trying to hold onto something fragile, something precious. Her eyes meet mine, and I see the trust there, the openness. It's a quiet invitation, and I take it.
"Tonight," I whisper, my voice barely above a breath, "we don't have to do anything. Just… being here with you is enough."