Branding Almera P1*

Swoosh!

A tempestuous gust of wind swirled through the room, sweeping away the old vials, scrolls, and potion-making apparatus from the potioneering table. With an eerie intelligence, the winds gently relocated the items to an adjacent desk, arranging them meticulously without causing any harm.

In a flash of lightning, Eren materialized atop Almera, their gazes locking amidst the cascade of his waist-length, obsidian hair. Acting as a veil, the lustrous strands cocooned them, creating an intimate space where their eyes only met each other.

"Eren..." Almera's voice carried a longing, her plea lingering in the air. "Almera..." Eren whispered her name, a gentle smile adorning his lips. Lowering his head, he bestowed a tender kiss upon her chin. Almera's body, yearning for his touch, eagerly embraced his weight. She ensnared him with her arms and legs, their bodies merging as they explored each other's contours.