The room was silent save for the soft hum of the air purifier near the window. Moonlight poured in through the curtains, casting pale ribbons of silver across the wooden floor. Jin's house was rarely this quiet. Tonight, it felt sacred.
On the large bed at the center of the room, Cobra lay unconscious, bandages carefully wrapped across his chest, arms, and shoulder. His breathing was slow but steady, a subtle rise and fall beneath the covers. One hand rested loosely in Snow's grasp.
Snow—Kaya—sat beside him on a small stool, her head bowed, her silver-blonde hair cascading over her shoulder. Her claws were retracted, her eyes wet but focused. She hadn't moved from his side since they brought him here. Not even once.
On the other side of the bed sat another stool, smaller but occupied.
There, the snow panther boy—Suno—watched quietly, his slender fingers wrapped gently around the hand of the unconscious cobra girl.
Kobu.
