ADANNA POV (Point of view)
Morning arrives quietly. The curtains are half open, letting pale gold light spill across the room in long, soft lines. Dust drifts lazily through the air, and for the first time in what feels like months, the world isn't screaming.
I wake slowly.
For a moment, I don't remember where I am, then I feel him. Darian's arm is draped around my waist, heavy and warm, his breathing deep and steady against the back of my neck. The rhythm of it pulls me back into reality..... not the chaos we left behind, but something calmer, something fragile and i lie there for a while, listening to him breathe.
Last night sits in my memory like a quiet flame. The way his hands trembled slightly when he first touched my face again, the way he held me afterward like letting go might undo everything we survived.
I shift carefully, turning just enough to see him.
