Doja: Cat - Need To Know

Amala leaned into his touch, her eyes closing as she felt the surge of energy pass between them. It was a spark, a shock, a revelation.

"I didn't call you here for a report on the grid," she said, her eyes trailing over the sharp lines of his jaw. "I’m restless. The kind of restless that doesn't go away with a drink or a dance." Doja Cat - Need To Know

"Careful what you wish for," he warned, though his eyes told a different story—one of suppressed heat and centuries of discipline ready to crack. "Once you know, there’s no going back to the dark." Amala leaned into his touch, her eyes closing

"I had to bypass the sector-seven security grid," he replied, his voice a gravelly contrast to her silk. "And you know how the peacekeepers feel about unauthorized tele-transportation." "I’m restless

He finally broke. The rigid posture vanished, replaced by a raw, magnetic intensity. He reached out, his hand cupping her cheek, his thumb tracing the line of her lip. For a moment, the entire planet seemed to go silent, the neon flickering in anticipation.

"Good," she murmured, a satisfied purr vibrating in her throat. "I’ve always hated the dark anyway."

Amala turned, a slow, cat-like grin spreading across her face. She stood up, her outfit—a metallic mesh that seemed to breathe with her—clinking softly. She stepped into his space, the distance between them vanishing until the air felt pressurized.