His breath is warm against mine, his touch firm but careful—like he’s balancing on the edge between control and losing it completely.
And I feel it.
That line.
That moment where we knew we had something special.
Something consuming.
But this—
This is enough.
This has to be enough.
For now.
I pull back just slightly, breath uneven.
His forehead rests against mine.
Neither of us moves.
Neither of us wants to.
“We’re about to walk into something worse than tonight,” I whisper.
“I know.”
“You could still walk away.”
A quiet pause.
Then—
“I would never walk away.”
My eyes close briefly.
Because that—
That hits harder than anything else.
A voice echoes faintly down the hall.
“Five minutes!”
Reality crashes back in.
Zurich.
Mission.
War.
I pull back fully this time.
Reluctantly.
