The distance between you disappears in a heartbeat. When he reaches you, he doesn’t speak—just sees you. Takes in the way your scent curls around him, richer up close. The way your lips part, like you're searching for words and finding none.

At last, his voice breaks the silence—low, rough.
“You feel it too.”

You swallow hard, your fingers twitching at your sides.
“I... I don’t even know you.”

A flicker of something—amusement, maybe—ghosts across his lips.
“Not yet,” he says, quiet but sure.
“But you will.”