"Careful what you wish for," he warned, though his eyes told a different story—one of suppressed heat and centuries of discipline ready to crack. "Once you know, there’s no going back to the dark."
He finally broke. The rigid posture vanished, replaced by a raw, magnetic intensity. He reached out, his hand cupping her cheek, his thumb tracing the line of her lip. For a moment, the entire planet seemed to go silent, the neon flickering in anticipation. Doja Cat - Need To Know
"Look at them," she gestured to the masses below. "They spend their whole lives wondering 'what if.' They play it safe because they’re afraid of the burnout. But on this planet? We don't do 'safe.'" "Careful what you wish for," he warned, though
"I was never good at science," she laughed, a short, melodic sound. "I prefer hands-on experience." He reached out, his hand cupping her cheek,
"Good," she murmured, a satisfied purr vibrating in her throat. "I’ve always hated the dark anyway."
Amala leaned into his touch, her eyes closing as she felt the surge of energy pass between them. It was a spark, a shock, a revelation.
She took his hand, her fingers tracing the pulse point at his wrist. It was racing—faster than a soldier's should, faster than logic allowed. She led him toward the balcony's edge, where the city dropped off into a shimmering abyss of light and sound.