The air inside the cabin shimmered faintly with psychic energy — soft and pulsing, like a heartbeat made of light. Seraphine sat cross-legged in the center of the meditation room, her eyes closed, her breath steady. A thin veil of psychic mist surrounded her body, distorting her silhouette like heat waves off sunlit stone. She was focused, calm, her aura perfectly aligned.
Until the door creaked open.
Leo stepped in, towel over his shoulder, rubbing the back of his head. "Hey, Sera—"
He froze.
On the other side of the veil, Seraphine stood.
She wasn't in her usual dress-like outfit. She wasn't even dressed at all. Her lithe, curvy figure was barely covered by the glimmering shimmer of her psychic barrier. The veil distorted just enough to blur her form — but not nearly enough to hide the soft curve of her hips, the firm shape of her breasts, or the long, slender legs that seemed to glow in the filtered light.
Leo's eyes widened, mouth falling open. "I—I didn't know you were—"
Seraphine's eyes snapped open.
At first, she blinked slowly, confused.
Then her pale green gaze landed on him — and everything stopped.
Her normally serene face went crimson. The glowing blush spread across her cheeks and even down her slender neck, flickering like a flare of aura against her pale skin. Her mouth parted slightly in shock.
She could've screamed.
She could've disappeared.
She could've thrown him through the wall with a single burst of psychic power.
But instead…
She stood.
The psychic veil pulsed once — and instead of hiding her, it slowly dissolved.
Now Leo could see her completely. The swell of her chest, the gentle slope of her waist, the way her long hair draped down over one bare shoulder. She was delicate and feminine, yet unmistakably mature — every inch of her body sculpted with elegant curves and subtle muscle beneath soft, pale skin. Her slender arms trembled slightly at her sides.
She took one slow step forward.
Leo didn't move.
Another step. Then another.
Her feet made no sound on the floor. The air felt too hot. Too thick. He could hear her soft, shaky breaths now — feel the tension in every moment.
Then she was in front of him.
Close enough to feel the warmth radiating off her skin.
Seraphine stared up at him, lips parted, her face still glowing with that same deep blush. Her hands slowly reached out — one stopping at his chest. Her palm rested flat against his shirt, her fingers curling slightly.
"You saw me," she whispered.
"I didn't mean to," Leo said quietly. "I thought you were meditating."
"I was…" she murmured, voice shaking. "But I… forgot the veil was… visible to me… not you."
Her eyes locked onto his.
"You looked at me," she added, her voice quieter now. "And you didn't turn away."
He swallowed hard. "I… couldn't."
Seraphine's breath hitched.
Her other hand joined the first — both palms pressing softly to his chest now, sliding slowly up to his shoulders. Her body moved even closer, her bare curves brushing against him now — warm, soft, trembling.
"I've always wondered," she said softly, almost too low to hear. "If you… saw me the way I see you."
Leo's hand raised slowly, unsure — but she didn't stop him. His fingers brushed along her waist, drawing a soft inhale from her lips.
"I see you," he whispered. "More than you know."
Seraphine's lips trembled.
Then she leaned up.
Her body pressed into his. Her chest molded softly to his torso, skin slick with faint warmth from the energy still clinging to her. She tilted her face up — and her lips barely touched his.
It wasn't a kiss yet.
Just breath.
Just heat.
"I don't want to meditate right now," she murmured. "I want to stay like this."
His arms wrapped around her waist. "Then stay."
She did.
And when their lips finally met, it wasn't calm or measured. It was messy. Hungry. Full of the tension she'd carried for weeks. Her kiss was needy, her hips pressing forward until she was flush against him, her soft curves molding into his chest and stomach as her fingers tangled in his hair.
Her breath hitched again when he deepened the kiss — his hand sliding up her bare back, pulling her closer, feeling every trembling inch of her.
She wasn't calm anymore.
And she didn't want to be.
Not with him.