“A Brother in the Fog”

Elvira

I woke up to the soft morning light spilling into the room, and for a moment, I wasn’t sure where I was. The warmth of the sheets, the lingering scent of Jaxon’s cologne, and the quiet rhythm of his breathing beside me, it was all too comforting, too real. I shifted slightly and felt the weight of a hand tracing lazy circles on my skin. My eyes fluttered open, and there he was, staring down at me with that familiar, intense gaze.

For a brief second, I nearly flinched. I’ve spent weeks apart from him, so much of our history tangled in anger, hurt,...