ELDORA’S POVWhen I wake, the morning light spills gently through the curtains, painting golden lines across Roman’s bare skin. His arm is draped over my waist, heavy and warm, holding me as if I might vanish if he lets go.For a moment, I just lie there listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against my back. My fingers trace lazy circles along his wrist before I turn slightly, enough to see his face.His skin is pale, almost luminous in the soft light. His hair, dark as night itself, falls messily across his forehead. I’ve never seen lashes so long on anyone before; they cast faint shadows on his cheeks.He looks… peaceful. And for the first time in a long while, so do I.I feel alive; every nerve awake, every part of me humming quietly. This warmth, this pull between us, it’s nothing like the cold emptiness Frederick’s spell forced on me. This is real. This is mine.Right then, I promise myself that I will never measure Roman by the standards of that horrible past.As if se
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