~SCARLETT~I wake up tangled in sheets that smell like Dimitri.Not in his bed, mine, but the scent lingers anyway, clinging to the pillows, my clothes, even my skin. It’s strange how quickly his presence has seeped into my life, how naturally it fits. Like something that was always meant to be here, just waiting for me to notice.My wolf stirs lazily beneath my skin.(He stayed,) she murmurs.“I know,” I whisper.(He didn’t leave when you slept.)That matters more than I want to admit.I stretch, rolling onto my back, staring at the ceiling of my house. It still feels like mine, every painting on the wall, every uneven floorboard, but lately, it feels less lonely than it used to. Dimitri hasn’t pushed me to move back in with him again. He asked once, gently. Accepted my answer when I said I wasn’t ready.Instead, he comes to me.Or I go to him.We exist in this in-between space that feels fragile and sacred all at once.When I get dressed, I catch sight of myself in the mirror and pa
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