DARIAN

Our morning together was intense. Rounds after rounds until she was completely spent and couldn’t take anymore, so I let her be.

And fuck, I’ll never ever have enough of you.

She’s asleep, half-curled under the sheets, her hair spilling across the pillow like a brushstroke gone wild. The mark on her neck glows faintly, a mirror of mine. I can feel it pulsing, slow and steady, like the beat of her heart echoing in my own chest.

For a long while, I just stand there watching her breathe.

The world outside the walls is too loud, too cruel, too demanding. But here, this moment, it’s quiet. It’s beautiful....