A Foreplay
As their lips parted, they lingered close, their breaths mingling in the charged air. The world around them seemed to vanish, leaving only the two of them, caught in a moment suspended between tension and surrender.
"We should probably stop," Fanfar murmured, his voice barely a whisper, but he couldn't quite pull himself away.
Vena tilted her head, a mischievous glint lighting up her eyes. "Why?" she asked, her voice smooth and provocative, drawing him closer.
Fanfar hesitated, unsure how to respond. His mind whispered reasons to resist, yet the allure of Vena was undeniable, an intoxicating pull that seemed beyond his control.
"Because..." he started, but the words trailed off as he lost himself in the warmth of her gaze.
Vena leaned in again, her lips brushing lightly against his. "Because we're playing a dangerous game," she whispered. "A game that could cost us everything."
He nodded, a breathless "Yeah" escaping him.