The night was heavy, the air thick with secrets and unspoken desires. Cassian's gaze locked on Riven, whose every movement was laced with an intoxicating mix of defiance and vulnerability. Behind the velvet curtain of whispered lies, truths waited to unravel, and no one was safe from the consequences.
Cassian stepped closer, his fingers tracing a slow path along Riven's jawline, igniting sparks that neither dared to name aloud. "You think you can keep things hidden forever?" His voice was low, a dangerous promise wrapped in silk.
Riven's breath caught, but he held Cassian's stare. "Maybe. Or maybe I'm just waiting for the right moment to tear it all down."
The room seemed to close in as desire and distrust collided. Cassian's lips found Riven's in a kiss that was at once soft and savage — a battle for control, a surrender to the chaos between them. Clothes fell away like the masks they'd both worn too long, revealing skin that burned with need and wounds no one else could see.
Their bodies moved with fierce urgency — desperate to claim what might slip away, to feel something real in a world built on deception. Every touch was a confession, every gasp a surrender. Passion burned hotter than the lies that surrounded them.
In the haze of heat and shadow, Cassian whispered, "No more veils. No more secrets."
Riven's reply was a shuddering promise, "Then show me the truth, even if it burns."