For a second—no, for longer—he was completely mesmerized by Milo’s beauty. Kiet’s focus shifted, no longer on the pain but on the person tending to him. His eyes traced every detail and every subtle movement of Milo’s hands as they worked with such care. The tension in his expression softened as he took in the gentle slope of Milo’s nose, the way his eyelashes brushed against his skin when he blinked, and then, inevitably, his gaze fell to Milo’s lips. Those lips, slightly parted as Milo concentrated on the wound, looked soft and inviting, and Kiet found himself unable to look away.
In that moment, Kiet was completely and utterly lost in Milo.
“You’re really beautiful,” Kiet murmured, his voice low and almost reverent. The words hung in the air between them, sinking into Milo’s heart like a stone into a still pond.
Milo’s eyes widened in surprise, his breath catching in his throat. He hadn’t expected that—not from Kiet, not in a moment like this. His mind raced, trying to process the sudden shift in their dynamic, but before he could respond, Kiet leaned closer, closing the distance between them.
Milo’s heart skipped a beat as Kiet’s face drew nearer, the world around them fading away until all that remained was the warmth of Kiet’s hand on his cheek and the intensity in his gaze. Kiet’s lips hovered just a breath away from his, close enough that Milo could feel the warmth of his breath on his skin.
Kiet paused for a fraction of a second, his eyes searching Milo’s for any sign of hesitation. Seeing none, a smirk tugged at the corner of Kiet’s mouth, a brief flash of playful confidence that sent a shiver down Milo’s spine. Then, with deliberate slowness, Kiet closed the distance between them, his lips capturing Milo’s in a gentle, lingering kiss.