Strong, muscular arms tightened around Ellie Miller's waist.
Artor's body was infused with the scent of iron and blood— the smell of war.
He seemed to have just returned from the battlefield.
Ellie was contemplating when suddenly, Artor lifted her with a swift motion.
"Ah!" Ellie exclaimed in surprise.
Artor placed her directly onto the desk, sweeping away the newspapers off the table to hang precariously over the edge—just a centimeter from falling.
Ellie sat on the table.
Artor's arms braced on either side of her, imprisoning her within his embrace.
This way, he only needed to lower his head slightly to kiss Ellie's rosy lips.
Ellie naturally wrapped her arms around Artor's neck and, tipping her head back, willingly placed a kiss on his chin.
"I missed you."
A thousand years had led to many missed moments.
But fortunately, she could still seize the present.
The man's blue eyes seemed to be brewing a storm.
