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I looked down from my platform, trying to spot him amidst the crowd.
The sea of faces blurred, but then I saw him.
Kuana was walking forward, his eyes locked onto mine.
There was a victorious glint in his eyes, but more than that, there was determination, a clear message that said:
“I did this for us.”
The room faded away as he approached.
It was as if we were the only two beings in the place.
My heart raced, not with fear or trepidation, but with a love that felt boundless.
He reached the base of the platform, and with every ounce of ceremonial pomp, he made his Claim.
And in that moment, as he reached out for me, the rules of the Prize Pool, the stifling walls of the prison, our desperate plans for escape, all of it seemed to melt away.
There was just him, just me, just us.
Kuana, the unexpected champion of the day, stood tall and proud.
He reached out, and as our fingers intertwined, he pulled me close.
He had Claimed his prize, and in that instance, all the universe’s stars could not compare to the glow in our hearts.
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KUANA
The cheers of the spectators still echoed in my ears, the adrenaline still pumping through my veins as I led Violet away from the Prize Pool and towards my cell.
I could feel the throbbing pain from the bruises and cuts I’d acquired during the fight.
But right now, the pain seemed distant, overshadowed by the joy of claiming Violet and the warmth of her hand in mine.
When we reached my cell, I could see the concern etched on Violet’s face as she took in my injuries. “Sit,” she instructed, guiding me to the bed.
She went over to a small cabinet, pulling out a basic first aid kit.
The prison might be brutal, but they provided the basics to patch up your wounds — after all, they needed us healthy enough to fight another day.
I winced as she gently dabbed at a cut on my cheek with an antiseptic-soaked pad. “Sorry,” she murmured, her touch feather-light.
As she tended to my wounds, there was a tender intimacy in the air.
The close proximity, the gentleness of her touch, the way our eyes met every so often… the energy between us was palpable.
It was in one of these moments, with our eyes locked and faces inches apart, that the atmosphere shifted.
I could feel the heat of her breath on my lips, and the world outside our bubble ceased to exist.
The dangers of the prison, the uncertainty of our future, all faded into oblivion.
Our lips met, gently at first, and then with growing urgency.
My hands found their way to her waist, pulling her closer, while hers slid up to cradle my face.
