Nova's POV
The moment I said "Yes," everything changed.
I could see it in Eldur's eyes. The shift. Like the storm that had always brewed quietly behind those silver irises finally stilled. He looked… peaceful. As if for once, the war inside him had surrendered.
His lips quirked. "A thousand times yes?" he whispered.
I nodded, breath hitching as I laughed through fresh tears. "A thousand. A million. Infinity."
Eldur kissed me like he was making a vow with every inch of his soul.
It wasn't rushed. It wasn't hungry. It was gentle, reverent—like he was afraid I'd disappear if he closed his eyes too long.
His fingers slipped into my hair as mine wrapped around his neck, and we stayed like that, suspended in golden fairy lights and shared breath. His lips brushed against mine with slow precision, tasting every syllable I hadn't said yet. When we pulled back, foreheads pressed together, I could feel his heartbeat racing just as fast as mine.
