A heavy, thick drop of spit gathered at the tip, glistening in the dim light of the living room, hanging suspended for an agonizing heartbeat right above Manon's parted lips.
Lara let it fall.
The drop landed directly onto the center of Manon's tongue. Manon didn't flinch, didn't blink. She simply swallowed it, the muscles in her neck tightening visibly as her throat clicked in the quiet room, absorbing the fluid without ever breaking that heavy eye contact. It was an act of absolute surrender, a quiet acknowledgment that even after everything they had broken between them, Lara still owned every single part of her.
