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Silence devours everything. The room feels hollow, as if even the air has abandoned us. Shadow is still here, holding me with that desperate grip I’ve come to recognize—but this time, there's something more. It's as if we've been cornered into a trap with no exit, and no matter how fiercely we fight, there's a shadow we can’t outrun.His voice is rough, cracked, as though each word costs him more than he’s willing to admit. He pulls me slightly away from his body, though his hands remain on my waist, like he’s afraid to let go. I don’t know if it’s because he’s scared of losing me, or because he doesn’t want me to see what’s truly going on in his mind.I look at him with a mix of uncertainty and smoldering fury. The ground beneath me feels unsteady, but I can’t tear my gaze from him. Not now. Not after everything we’ve been through.“Tell me what we have to do,” I reply firmly, my voice a little fractured, but determination courses hot through my veins. If there’s one thing I know, it

The night wraps around us like a warm blanket woven from the remnants of the storm.No more sirens. No more screams.Only the distant creaking of wind through the ruins… and the restless beat of his heart, pulsing against my chest.His hand still clings to mine, as if letting go might unravel the world all over again.“You’re still trembling,” I whisper, my lips barely brushing his.“It’s not the cold,” he replies—and his voice has that rough, gravelly edge it only takes on when he’s right at the brink of himself.We look at each other as if we haven’t seen one another in years, as if we’re meeting again in some other time, some other life. My fingers trace the dust and dried blood on his face, and still… he’s beautiful. Brutally beautiful. There’s something in that golden gaze, in that wild intensity, that always makes me forget who I am.Or who I’m supposed to be.He presses me gently against the concrete wall, his breath filling the space between us.His body surrounds me. There’s

His fingers haven’t stopped exploring me. Not even now, as the sweat dries on our skin and the air between us remains heavy with want. He kisses me with a hunger that never fades, as if every inch of me incites him further. As if every breath is a silent command to break me open again. "Are you okay?" he murmurs against my lips, his breath trembling into my mouth. "No," I answer. "Not unless you do it again." And that undoes him. He lifts me with one arm, as if I’m nothing more than a flame-bodied doll, and pins me against the wall of the shelter. He grips beneath my thighs, my legs wrap around his waist. His shaft, still hard, presses between my legs, making me moan before he’s even inside me again. "Look what you do to me," he growls, voice rougher now, darker, like the desire is clawing him apart. And then he gives me everything. All of him. At once. So deep it steals the air from my lungs. The slam of his body against mine makes the wooden walls tremble. He gr

The night is wild.The flames from the nearby fires crackle like breath, alive and restless. The forest whispers something ancient—something hungry, something cloaked in shadow. The sky is clear. The stars flicker shamelessly. And somewhere far off, a howl cuts through the air like a scream from something dying… or being born again.I’m alone—or so I think.Until I feel him.I don’t hear him. I don’t see him.But I know he’s here.My body senses him before my mind does.And then he appears.Out of the shadows—like a beautiful curse.Naked.Shadow’s skin gleams in the firelight, and he looks more beast than man. His breath is deep. His golden eyes blaze. There’s a restrained violence in his expression, as if he’s on the verge of breaking. Or breaking me."You came," I whisper."I always come when you need me," he says, his voice ragged… but fierce.There are no more words.He lunges at me.And I let him.He pushes me down onto the warm dirt, heated by the fire. Earth smears my back, my