My happiness is you

The city stretched out before them, its lights flickering in the distance, softened by the night air. Up here, away from the noise, the world felt quieter—just the two of them, standing close, as if nothing beyond this moment mattered.

Lassy stepped in, her fingers trailing over the worn leather of Sylus’s jacket. He didn’t pull away, but there was something restrained in the way he held her, like he wasn’t sure if he should, or if he even had the right.

"Everything has changed," she thought. "And I feel I would be happy going anywhere, doing anything, as long as you were by my side."

She had spent so much time moving forward without knowing where she was headed, never expecting to find someone who would make her stop and want to stay. But now, standing here with him, the answer felt simple.

"Being with you is more than I could have ever wished for."

Sylus’s eyes flickered with something unreadable, his grip on her waist tightening just slightly, like he was memorizing the feel of her. “I never knew what I needed,” he murmured, his voice quieter now. “Until the day I found you.”

A small smile ghosted her lips. “I won’t claim to be the only thing you’ll need,” she said, “but I intend to spend my life figuring out what will make us happy.”

His gaze searched hers, something unspoken passing between them. The weight he carried, the guarded edge that never fully left him—she wasn’t expecting it to disappear. She just wanted him to know he didn’t have to carry it alone.

“My happiness… is you,” Sylus said, like he was realizing it for himself as much as telling her. “When I look at you, I feel my heart beating, and I know I want to be here.”

For a moment, neither of them moved. The air between them stretched, heavy with things neither had the words for. Lassy reached up, brushing her fingers through his hair, letting them rest at the nape of his neck.

“You don’t have to say it,” she murmured. “I can feel it when you hold me like this.”

Sylus let out a slow breath. He leaned down, his fingers curling at her back as if steadying himself. When he spoke, it was barely more than a whisper.

"Then I won’t let go."

He didn’t give her time to answer. His lips brushed against hers first, tentative, testing, before closing the space between them completely. And then, his words were not needed anymore.

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This wasn't DM roleplay. Just in-character Story interaction with a friend. See my Disclaimer

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