The moonlight filtered through gauzy curtains, casting ethereal shadows across my bed. Duriel's presence filled the room, his scent a heady mixture of sandalwood and something wild. His fingers traced my jawline with impossible gentleness.
"Kiki," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. The childhood nickname carried new weight on his lips.
I reached for him, drawn by something deeper than conscious thought. His skin was warm under my touch, muscles tensing as my fingers traced ancient protection runes tattooed across his shoulders. When his lips found mine, the kiss was gentle at first - tentative, questioning. Then deeper, years of unspoken feelings crystallizing in a single moment.
"We shouldn't," I breathed against his mouth, even as my body arched toward his.
"I know," he murm
