Serene strength. Delicate beauty. A silent promise of magic in every glance. It is *us*.

The silk of your sleeve brushed the curve of her jaw— barely there. You didn’t dare shift. It lingered for a heartbeat, warm against skin softer than petal dust. Her eyes tilted upward, not in question, but invitation. A subtle turn of the lip, almost unconscious. She traced the edge of your fingertips with a single perfect nail. The world narrowed to this touch, this gaze— and then, a slow smile bloomed across her face like the dawn.