Evaline:
The last rays of sunlight of the day streamed softly through the curtains, casting golden ripples across the room. Lioren's laughter filled the air as he played with the folds of the blanket in my arms, his little fingers curling and uncurling like tiny claws.
Draven sat beside me, one arm wrapped securely around my shoulders, his other hand gently stroking our son's hair. Every few seconds, I could feel him brush his lips against my temple, as though he couldn't stop himself from touching me.
And honestly, I couldn't stop leaning into him either.
Ever since the mark was sealed, something inside me had shifted - no, completed. I could feel him in every heartbeat, every breath. His emotions pulsed faintly beneath my skin, a quiet hum of warmth that made me want to melt into him completely. Every time our eyes met, the world blurred until it was just him and me, like the bond had woven invisible threads between our souls that pulled us closer every moment.
