That final kiss spoke volumes. Fin’s face showed desperation and relief. There was sorrow in his eyes but also a fragile kind of happiness, as if he chose to believe in an illusion he knew was false. The demon kissed with open eyes. He looked amused, calculating, and slightly flustered. It was never affection. It was triumph.
The kiss wasn’t love; it was the triumph of a contract disguised as intimacy. (｡╯︵╰｡)
That final kiss spoke volumes. Fin’s face showed desperation and relief. There was sorrow in his eyes but also a fragile kind of happiness, as if he chose to believe in an illusion he knew was false. The demon kissed with open eyes. He looked amused, calculating, and slightly flustered. It was never affection. It was triumph.
The kiss wasn’t love; it was the triumph of a contract disguised as intimacy. (｡╯︵╰｡)