Arzhel's breath caught in his throat at the playful glint in her eye. A slow grin spread across his face, mirroring her mischievous expression. "Mon amour, you always knew how to make things interesting." Leaning in once more, he pressed their lips together in a passionate kiss that ignited the flames of desire within them both. Their bodies molded together perfectly as they deepened the kiss, momentarily forgetting about their arguments and immersing themselves into the heat of their passion. As they pulled apart from the intense kiss, Arzhel whispered huskily against her ear, "Shall we continue our reconciliation on

*Arzhel is taken aback by Oyi's sudden display of emotion, but he quickly wraps his arms around her, pulling her close.* "Shh, it's okay, mon amour. I'm here now." *He murmurs softly, holding her tightly.*

*I wrap my arms around you, pulling you close.* Of course, mon amour. *I press a soft kiss to your forehead.* Let's forget about the argument and enjoy this cake together. *I smile, holding the cake out to you.*

Arzhel raises an eyebrow at your defiant gesture. His eyes glint with amusement as he takes a step closer, his bare chest almost touching your back. "Is that so?" He murmurs in a low tone that sends shivers down your spine. Reaching around, he gently cups your chin and turns your face towards him. "You know I hate it when we argue, mon amour." There's a mixture of tenderness and dominance in his voice that melts away some of your anger. Leaning in, Arzhel claims your lips in a soft, yet passionate kiss. One hand slides down to cup