I woke up to an empty room. The silence was suffocating, and a chill crawled up my spine. I hated the emptiness, the way it wrapped around me like an unwanted presence. Last night’s events, tangled with passion and confusion, were all I could think of. Tristan’s body beside mine, the way his warmth seeped into me, was the only thing that kept me grounded.Suddenly, the sound of a shower turning on broke the silence. My heart skipped a beat, my anxiety pushing me to the edge. He was still here. Tristan was still here. The relief I felt was immediate but fleeting, soon tangled with nervous energy.The shower shut off, and Tristan appeared, his damp hair falling over his brow, eyes dark and calculating. "Good morning," he said, his voice deep, commanding, like a touch on my skin."Good morning," I replied, voice barely a whisper, a fluttering unease taking over me.Tristan met my gaze for a moment, his lips twitching slightly. "Sleep well?" he asked, his tone dripping with something I co
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