Elara woke to a silence colder and heavier than the massive diamond on her finger.The immense master bedroom was filled with the thin, sterile light of morning, but the air still held the profound weight of the night’s failed battle. She lay rigid beneath the covers, her entire body a tightly coiled wire, acutely aware of the hard, possessive presence beside her.Silas was not facing her. He lay on his back, his breathing slow and measured, but the sheer force of his suppressed anger and frustration radiated from him like physical heat. His arm was stretched across the wide expanse of the bed, his large, warm hand settled heavily on Elara’s hip, a casual, immovable anchor of ownership. The touch was not affectionate, not even threatening in its aggression. It was a pure, unyielding claim, reinforcing the fact that she was physically his, regardless of her emotional distance.Elara endured the heat of his hand, refusing to flinch, refusing to tense, refusing to give him any reaction.
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