Asha stepped closer to Fibonacci, the space between them alive with the hum of connection. Lucas’s pull was everywhere, an unseen chemistry that made her energy linger and curve instead of racing endlessly ahead.
Fibonacci reached for her hand. “Do you feel it?” he asked.
“I do,” she said, her voice trembling with wonder. “It’s not just you or me. It’s something else—something that binds us.”
Lucas smiled faintly. “Magnetism,” he said simply.
“The attraction of chaos to order. The push and pull of the universe, playing out between the two of you.”
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