Lion Touches Her Once—And Regrets Everything
Lion swore he would never be the first to touch her.
Touch implies claim.
Claim implies expectation.
Expectation is the one thing Ra refuses to carry for anyone.
But the night breaks rules.
They’re standing alone—no witnesses, no Algorithym interference, no Sovereign watching from the shadows. Just proximity and the hum of something unfinished.
Ra doesn’t move away.
That’s the invitation.
Lion reaches—not to possess, not to pull—but to anchor. His...