Warmth Beneath the Moonlight

I was just walking up when I saw Lilith waving at me like always, her usual smile bright and carefree.

But behind her…

Zeyna.

She looked—different. Her steps were slow, kind of awkward, and her face? Red. Not the battle kind of red, either. The I-did-something-embarrassing-and-hope-you-don't-notice kind.

Her eyes flicked up to me, then quickly away. She muttered something to Lilith, who just smirked like she knew exactly what was going on.

Okay… What did I just walk into?

As a shadow passed over them, I finally caught up—and my eyes naturally drifted to Zeyna.

Her outfit had definitely changed. I glanced from head to toe and—

Yep. That new gear was something.

She noticed my gaze and immediately straightened up, flustered, crossing her arms in front of her like that would somehow hide anything. Spoiler: it didn't.

But the thing that really caught my attention?

Her legs.

Toned. Powerful. Way too distracting.

I blinked once, then twice—trying not to make it obvious.

Stay cool, bro. Look at the sky. The sky is safe.

And really… I couldn't help it. I stole another glance.

Just look at those legs.

Toned, strong, confident—like they could kick through steel and model for a fantasy magazine cover.

Before I could even pretend to look away, I felt warm breath near my ear.

"Beautiful legs, right?" Lilith whispered, her voice dripping with a teasing sweetness.

I nearly choked on air.

She pulled back with a smirk, clearly enjoying the look on my face.

But before I could even process it, Zeyna couldn't take it anymore. She flailed, her hands swatting at the air as her face turned bright red.

"W-What?! You're not seriously…!" she stammered, trying to hide her flustered expression. But despite the words, she looked… well, kinda cute. Like she'd never been caught off guard like this before.

Without a moment's hesitation, I chuckled and said, "You're really cute."

The words seemed to hit Zeyna like a lightning bolt. Her face went a deeper shade of red, and before I knew it—WHAM! A kick came flying straight toward my face.

I ducked low just in time, narrowly avoiding the impact. But as I did, I realized… I definitely shouldn't have seen that.

But somehow, my eyes couldn't look away.

What I saw was nothing short of every man's dream, or should I say... every reader's dream.

Then, without a moment's hesitation—BAM—Zeyna's kick landed squarely on my side, sending me stumbling back. She didn't hold back at all, but the way her face turned even redder, trying to hide the fact that she was flustered, made it all the more amusing.

I straightened myself up, a grin tugging at my lips as I dodged her second strike, catching a glimpse of her trying to act tough despite the soft blush creeping across her cheeks.

After those moments, we were all exhausted. The energy from the fight had worn off, leaving us with a quiet tension that hung between us. Zeyna, still feeling shy and flustered, kept adjusting her outfit awkwardly, while Lilith wore a knowing smirk, clearly enjoying the whole situation.

We took a break to catch our breath. The weight of the battle was lifting, but the unspoken tension between us felt heavier.

Zeyna sighed, rubbing the back of her neck. "I can't believe I just… I don't usually get the spotlight like that." She glanced up briefly, looking a little embarrassed.

I chuckled, the atmosphere lightening. "You're fine, Zeyna. You've got great legs, alright?" I shot her a teasing smile, enjoying the playful tension.

Zeyna blushed harder and quickly dropped her gaze. "Stop saying that…" she muttered, flustered.

Lilith leaned in, enjoying Zeyna's reaction. "It's true though, Zeyna. You've got great legs. I think even Seo Joon would agree, don't you?" she teased, her voice laced with mischief.

Evening — Somewhere in Ruined Seoul, South Korea

The sky had turned a dusky orange, fading into a deep indigo as the sun slipped behind the broken skyline. What remained of Seoul's once-glorious cityscape stood like hollowed bones—skyscrapers split down the middle, metal twisted like vines, and broken streets crawling with weeds. Amid the rubble of what used to be a shopping plaza, we found a quiet spot surrounded by crumbling concrete and rebar, perfect for a makeshift camp.

A small campfire crackled between us, its light flickering against shattered glass and old signs that still clung stubbornly to rusted poles. We huddled around it, the warmth a rare comfort. Scavenged cans and field rations sat on dented metal trays while the scent of grilled fish—courtesy of Lilith's fire spell—drifted lazily in the air.

Zeyna sat across from me, legs tucked awkwardly as she poked at her food. Her new outfit shimmered faintly in the firelight, showing just a bit more leg than she was comfortable with. She kept pulling her cloak around her hips, clearly flustered, even though she tried not to show it.

Lilith, on the other hand, looked completely at ease. She sat beside me, legs crossed, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "Beautiful evening, huh?" she said, glancing at Zeyna. "You know, you should thank Seo Joon for that compliment earlier."

Zeyna shot her a sharp look. "Can we not bring him up right now?" she muttered, cheeks pink even in the dim light.

I chuckled, leaning back against a cracked pillar. "C'mon, you do have great legs," I teased.

Zeyna froze, then groaned, burying her face in her hands. "Why are you all like this?"

Lilith leaned in, whispering in my ear with a sultry tone, "Beautiful legs, right?" Her breath tickled, and I had to fight the grin rising to my face.

Zeyna couldn't take it anymore. She flailed her arms in frustration, blushing furiously—and damn, it was cute. It was like seeing a whole new side of her: the rough fighter turned bashful girl.

I grinned. "You're really cute, you know that?"

BAM—without warning, a kick came flying at my head. I ducked just in time, heart racing—and, uh, and again maybe I saw something I shouldn't have. Something that might just be every man's dream. Or… every reader's dream.

"W-watch it!" she yelled, hiding her face even more.

We all laughed around the fire, the tension fading into something warm, like the glowing embers before us.

The night air in ruined Seoul was cool, brushing over the shattered buildings like a gentle whisper. Campfire light flickered across their makeshift camp, dancing shadows against cracked concrete and steel.

Lilith was already asleep, her cloak wrapped around her shoulders as she lay curled beside the slowly dying fire, her breaths even and peaceful.

I sat nearby, leaning against a rusted support beam, eyes heavy from exhaustion—but still awake.

Then, without a word, Zeyna sat beside me. She glanced once at Lilith to make sure she was really asleep… and then gently tugged on my sleeve.

"Come here," she said quietly.

Before I could respond, she reached out and—just like that—pulled my head down into her lap.

"Z-Zeyna?" I blinked, caught completely off guard.

"Shh," she murmured. "You looked tired."

My face burned. Her thighs were warm and firm beneath me, and she shifted slightly, making sure I was comfortable. Her hand moved to gently brush my hair back, soft and careful.

"…You always do that," she said, almost too softly for me to hear.

"Do what?"

"Look at my legs. Every time you think I'm not noticing."

My heart skipped. I didn't even have time to deny it before she leaned closer, her voice like silk in the quiet.

"…Do you want to touch them?"

I froze. My breath caught in my throat.

She looked away quickly, cheeks pink in the firelight. "Just… a little. If you want."

I hesitated. Then slowly, carefully, my hand reached up to her thigh. Her skin was soft—warmer than the night air—and toned beneath my fingers.

Zeyna let out a soft, involuntary moan. Barely a sound. Barely more than a breath.

Her legs tensed slightly under my hand, but she didn't stop me.

"…T-that was weird. Ignore that," she said, her voice flustered now, eyes darting anywhere but me.

But I didn't stop.

And she didn't pull away.

My hand moved slowly, fingers brushing along her thigh with a mix of nerves and awe. I wasn't even sure if I should—but she didn't stop me. She didn't say a word.

Her breath hitched.

I slid my palm gently across her lap, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath the thin fabric of her outfit. She was strong, toned—but soft in ways that made it impossible not to notice.

Zeyna didn't speak.

But I saw the way her cheeks flushed, glowing pink in the firelight. Her eyes flicked away, pretending to focus on the ruined skyline—but I could feel her body tense ever so slightly beneath my touch.

"You're… really warm," I whispered, unsure what else to say.

Zeyna swallowed hard, her voice tight and low. "Don't say stuff like that…"

"But it's true."

Her thighs shifted just a bit, as if reacting to the tension coiling in the air between us. Her hand rested beside mine now, fingers twitching like she wasn't sure whether to push me away or hold on tighter.

"I didn't think you'd actually… do it," she whispered.

"You said I could."

"Yeah… but I didn't think you'd touch me like that."

I looked up at her. Her lips parted slightly, and for a moment, I saw a side of her I'd never seen before—vulnerable, unsure, almost shy.

"I can stop," I said.

She paused. Then, softly, she shook her head. "No. I don't want you to."

"Why?" I asked, voice low, not moving my hand from her lap.

Zeyna bit her lip, eyes flickering down—then quickly looking away. "Because… you don't want to stop."

She hesitated, then glanced at me again. Her gaze drifted lower, and her cheeks deepened into a bright, rosy red.

"Your… body is already acting up," she muttered, barely above a whisper.

It took me a second. Then I realized—she was looking at my Seo Joon Junior.

My breath caught.

She looked away again, hands suddenly fidgeting with the edge of her skirt like she didn't know what to do with herself. "It's obvious, you know. You're… way too into this."

"I mean… can you blame me?" I said, my voice raspier than I expected. "Look at you."

Zeyna's eyes widened, but she didn't say anything. Just sat there, flustered, letting my head rest in her lap while her body gave her away more than words ever could.

Her thigh tensed slightly beneath my cheek. She was nervous. Or excited. Or both.

Maybe… just maybe, she didn't mind at all.

"I… can I?" I asked, voice barely above a whisper as I looked up at her.

Zeyna didn't answer at first. Her lips parted, eyes watching me with a mix of hesitation and something else—something deeper.

Then she gave the faintest nod.

One of my hands gently slid up to her cheek, brushing against her warm skin. She leaned into it just slightly, her blush deepening as I held her gaze. My other hand… moved slower. Teasing. I let my fingertips graze her thigh, then began trailing upward—each inch making her breath catch.

"W–watch it," she whispered, her voice trembling as her legs tensed around me.

But she didn't stop me.

Her blush reached her ears now, and I could feel the heat radiating off her. Her fingers gripped the edge of her coat, clinging to anything that could anchor her.

"Zeyna…" I murmured.

She looked away, flustered but clearly not pulling back. "You're not playing fair…"

"And you're letting me win," I said softly, eyes never leaving hers.

Zeyna's hand trembled slightly as she let it rest gently on my stomach. Her touch was featherlight, warm—sending sparks through me. I could feel my breath hitch, my heart pounding as her fingers slowly slid downward, tracing just above where my need for her was impossible to hide.

Her eyes met mine, wide, unsure, but curious. "Do you… want me to?" she whispered, her voice laced with both shyness and desire.

I swallowed hard, the words catching in my throat before I managed to nod. "Y–yeah… I do. I really do."

She looked down, cheeks glowing, fingers pausing just before going any further. Her other hand clutched my shirt for support as if trying to steady herself.

"You're… really warm," she murmured.

"So are you," I replied, my voice hoarse.

We stayed like that for a moment, breathing the same air, the tension between us thick and tender—hovering on the edge of something deeper, something we both wanted but were still learning how to touch.