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She let out a soft sigh as she gazed up at the laden clouds above. The air was turning chilly, and she sensed that snow was on its way. While she wasn't entirely prepared to go back to her assigned room, the idea of hanging around outside held no allure for her either. Lost in contemplation, she wandered aimlessly, pondering her next move. It wasn't until it was too late that she realized her feet had led her to the door of Zack's room.
As he stepped out of the warm bathroom, he sensed a presence near his door. With his light blue eyes fixed on the entrance, he paused briefly while dyeing his dark hair. "Who could be out here at this hour?" he mused, tossing the towel onto his disheveled bed. Curiosity propelled him to the door, and when he opened it, he was met with a moment of surprise. "Lia?"
Liannia glanced up at him, momentarily taken aback. “Zack?...” She paused, reflecting before turning her gaze away. “I’m sorry, Zack. I didn’t realize I had walked here...” she said softly.
Zack smiled warmly as he gently pulled the dark-haired woman inside. “It's perfectly fine, Lia. I actually enjoy your unexpected visits,” he said, his playful smirk widening. He stepped back, keeping his arms wrapped around her as he closed the door, determined not to let anything come between him and this captivating lady.
Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson as she settled against his chest, gazing up at him with a curious expression. “What is it about my unexpected visits that you enjoy? Don’t you prefer it when Cloud drops by?”
He paused for a moment, contemplating. "I don't mind when Cloud arrives unexpectedly, but there's something different about your surprise visits. It's like—" He trailed off, blinking in surprise as she turned to him and gently placed her hand over his mouth.
"I don't trust fate, and you know it, Zack," she remarked, giving him a pointed look. Since childhood, there had been something about the concept of 'fate' that irritated her, although she couldn't quite pinpoint why.
He gently removed her gloved hand and let out a soft sigh. "I get it, but this moment has to mean something, especially since something is drawing you into my embrace," he replied, his playful smirk lighting up his face.
She let out a soft sigh and nestled against his chest once more. “Maybe...” she murmured gently. There was an undeniable pull drawing her closer to him, beyond the comfort of his warm embrace. Though she disliked admitting it, perhaps fate had woven something special for them—something she would never dare to voice.
As he stepped out of the warm bathroom, he sensed a presence near his door. With his light blue eyes fixed on the entrance, he paused briefly while dyeing his dark hair. "Who could be out here at this hour?" he mused, tossing the towel onto his disheveled bed. Curiosity propelled him to the door, and when he opened it, he was met with a moment of surprise. "Lia?"
Liannia glanced up at him, momentarily taken aback. “Zack?...” She paused, reflecting before turning her gaze away. “I’m sorry, Zack. I didn’t realize I had walked here...” she said softly.
Zack smiled warmly as he gently pulled the dark-haired woman inside. “It's perfectly fine, Lia. I actually enjoy your unexpected visits,” he said, his playful smirk widening. He stepped back, keeping his arms wrapped around her as he closed the door, determined not to let anything come between him and this captivating lady.
Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson as she settled against his chest, gazing up at him with a curious expression. “What is it about my unexpected visits that you enjoy? Don’t you prefer it when Cloud drops by?”
He paused for a moment, contemplating. "I don't mind when Cloud arrives unexpectedly, but there's something different about your surprise visits. It's like—" He trailed off, blinking in surprise as she turned to him and gently placed her hand over his mouth.
"I don't trust fate, and you know it, Zack," she remarked, giving him a pointed look. Since childhood, there had been something about the concept of 'fate' that irritated her, although she couldn't quite pinpoint why.
He gently removed her gloved hand and let out a soft sigh. "I get it, but this moment has to mean something, especially since something is drawing you into my embrace," he replied, his playful smirk lighting up his face.
She let out a soft sigh and nestled against his chest once more. “Maybe...” she murmured gently. There was an undeniable pull drawing her closer to him, beyond the comfort of his warm embrace. Though she disliked admitting it, perhaps fate had woven something special for them—something she would never dare to voice.
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