A brilliant fire

Outfit: Wedding Ring
The air was warm, tinged with the faint trace of the Force — the remnants of the runic work now etched into her skin. Valery lay stretched out on a cushioned table, her upper body bare, the cool air brushing against her back where Kahlil had just finished the intricate design. For a long moment, she didn't move. She simply breathed, letting the sensation settle, letting the meaning of it sink in. This wasn't just any marking — it was his. A symbol of them, their Dyad, woven into her very being.
Finally, she exhaled, a smirk curling at the edge of her lips as she turned her head slightly to glance over her shoulder at him.
"That wasn't as painful as I thought it would be…" Her voice was smooth, amused, as if she had expected something far more excruciating. Then, her fiery gaze flicked up to meet his, and her smirk deepened. "How's it look?" she asked, teasing but genuinely curious. "Sexy? Badass? Or both?"
She didn't need a mirror — she wanted his opinion. The way his eyes roamed over her, the way he took in his own work on her skin. This tattoo meant something to her, and she hoped he was satisfied with it, too.
Then, shifting slightly against the table, she let out a soft chuckle. "Now, as much as I'm enjoying this…" She arched a brow, playful mischief gleaming in her gaze. "Can you hand me my bra and shirt?" Because if she didn't get dressed soon, she had a feeling Kahlil was going to get very distracted. "I'll take a look in the mirror after, but I'm getting sore from laying still for so long."