Back at the safe house, the air between Y/N and Kuba was charged, lingering with the adrenaline of their narrow escape. They’d secured the evidence to take down Greene, but they still had a long night ahead of planning their next moves. For now, though, they were safe. Alone together, the urgency of the mission and the weight of the past few days seemed to fall away, leaving only the raw connection between them.
Y/N sat on the worn couch, running over the plan in their head while Kuba locked down the room, checking the doors and windows. But when he turned back, his gaze softened as he took in Y/N’s tired but resolute expression.
“Hey,” Kuba said quietly, stepping closer. “We did it. We’re so close now. All thanks to you.”
Y/N looked up, meeting his eyes. The intensity there made their breath hitch, and suddenly, the space between them felt charged with something deeper. A warmth blossomed in Y/N’s chest as Kuba sat down beside them, the closeness of his presence grounding them.
Y/N reached out, lacing their fingers with Kuba’s. “I couldn’t have done this without you.”
Kuba’s lips curved into a smile, his thumb tracing slow, gentle circles over Y/N’s knuckles. The silence between them was heavy with unsaid words, the kind of stillness that held meaning only they could understand. And in that quiet moment, Y/N could feel everything—the vulnerability, the fear, the desire—woven into the fabric of their connection.
Kuba’s hand shifted, sliding up to rest against Y/N’s cheek, his touch soft but filled with intent. He looked at Y/N as if memorizing every detail, every line and angle of their face.
Y/N leaned into his touch, their heart racing. “Kuba…”
The single word hung in the air, and before they knew it, Kuba’s lips were on theirs, the kiss deepening as he pulled them close. It was slow, unrushed, but filled with a passion that had been building from the moment they’d met. Y/N could feel the weight of everything between them in that kiss, the unspoken promises and the risks they’d taken.
When they finally broke apart, their foreheads pressed together, both breathing heavily, Y/N felt a sense of calm they hadn’t known in a long time. With Kuba, everything felt clear and certain, even amidst the chaos.
“You’re everything to me,” Kuba whispered, his voice filled with emotion. “Whatever happens, I’m with you.”
Y/N looked into his eyes, feeling the same fierce devotion. “Always.”
The night stretched on as they lay together, content in each other’s arms. The world outside could wait; for now, they had each other, and that was all that mattered.
