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𝔹𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕕:ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟝𝟠

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Kook takes a long, steady stride as they enter the penthouse and make their way to the bedroom. Their charged silence is the opening to a symphony of unsaid feelings. Amelia enters the en suite bathroom, her heart pounding. The sound of the door clicking softly behind her reverberates throughout the large room. The marble counters in the bathroom shine in the soft light. For a moment, she closes her eyes and leans against the door, listening to Kook's footsteps as he moves around the room.

The warmth of the evening's events is slowly being replaced by the coolness of the penthouse. With trembling hands, she begins to unbutton her pants, her thoughts a hurricane of doubt and anticipation. She hears the rustle of fabric and knows he's doing the same in the other room. The sound is strangely intimate, and she can't help but wonder if he's thinking of her in the same way at this very moment too.

Amelia's reflection in the mirror shows a woman caught in a whirlwind of emotion. She peels off her shirt, her skin flushed from the warmth of the evening.  The warmth of the evening causes her skin to flush as she removes her shirt. Her head is spinning as she looks at her reflection. How could she have failed to recognize the truth in all of this? For the unconditional love Kook so freely declares? Even though she has only known him for a short while, it is clear that she and he share a deep devotion for one another. Her breathing is rapid and shallow as she splatters cold water on her face in an effort to focus on the here and now.

The door to the bathroom opens slowly, and Kook's silhouette fills the space. He doesn't say a word, just watches her as she stands there, half-dressed and vulnerable. His eyes are filled with a fierce tenderness that makes her heart flutter. Amelia's eyes meet Kook's in the mirror, and she sees the raw emotion etched on his face, the desire in his gaze that mirrors her own. He steps closer, his reflection moving closer to hers until they almost touch. She can feel his warmth, his breath fanning the back of her neck.

"Kook..." she whispers, her voice trembling. She turns to face him, her hands still clutching the edge of the counter. He reaches out, his thumb gently brushing the curve of her cheek. His eyes are dark, filled with a hunger that's both thrilling and terrifying. Kook moves closer, the heat of his body washing over her. He takes her face in his hands, his thumbs tracing the line of her jaw. "I love you," he says, the words a solemn promise. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you." His voice is a gentle rumble, the words echoing through the stillness of the room.

Amelia's heart feels as though it's going to burst from her chest. She leans into his touch, her eyes searching his for any hint of doubt, any shred of hesitation. But all she sees is love, raw and unfiltered. "I love you too," she whispers, the words a declaration that feels right. Amelia's breath hitches as she feels the weight of Kook's love pressing against her. Without thinking, she lifts her hand to his face, She leans in, her eyes closing, and presses her lips to his. The kiss is tender at first, a soft question that seeks an answer.

His hands find their way to her waist, pulling her closer, the ring box in his pocket digging into his leg, a silent reminder of what he wishes to ask. The kiss deepens, becoming a promise of forever. His mouth moves against hers with a hunger that speaks of passion and protection. His hands slide up her back, his touch reassuring and strong. She melts into him, the world outside the penthouse fading away until it's just the two of them, wrapped in the warm cocoon of their love.