It wasn't all smooth sailing. Orion's aloof nature sometimes made Elysia feel like she was chasing after a cloud. And Elysia's hopeless romantic ideals occasionally clashed with Orion's practical approach to love. But through every disagreement, they grew stronger, finding balance in their differences.
One of their late-night gaming sessions turned into a moment of confessions.
"Do you always throw your controller when you lose?" Orion teased, watching Elysia huff in frustration.
"I don't always lose," she retorted, glaring at the screen. "You just cheat!"
He laughed, the sound rich and full. "I don't cheat, I'm just better than you."
She tossed a pillow at him, her laughter breaking through her mock anger. "Careful, mister, or I'll make you watch my favorite cheesy romance movies as punishment."
Orion leaned back in his chair, feigning horror. "Not that. Anything but that."
Elysia paused, her smile fading slightly. "You know, I'm glad you messaged me. I think I'd almost given up on meeting someone who understood me."
Orion grew quiet, his gaze softening. "Same here. I don't talk to people much—not offline, anyway. But you... you're different. You challenge me."
Her cheeks warmed, and for a moment, the glow of the screen was the only light between them. "I guess that's what happens when you find someone who loves Psycho-Pass as much as you do."
For Elysia, Orion was a breath of fresh air, someone who didn't just see her as a pretty face but valued her intellect and ideals. For Orion, Elysia was the spark he didn't know he needed, someone who challenged his guarded nature and made him believe in the possibility of love.
Their love wasn't perfect—there were arguments and compromises—but it was real. It was the kind of love Elysia had always believed in, the kind her grandparents would have been proud of.