Lorenzo Drakvolk:I felt the exact moment she woke.It wasn’t loud or dramatic. Just a subtle shift beneath the sheets, her breathing changing from that deep, exhausted rhythm to something lighter, more aware. My gaze lifted from where I’d been sitting in the low armchair, arms resting on my thighs, watching her like I’d been doing for the last hour. Her lashes fluttered, then slowly lifted. Those eyes—fuck, those eyes—still hazy with sleep, still carrying the weight of whatever hell she’d dragged herself through last night.She looked soft for a second. Too soft. Vulnerable in a way that made something dark and possessive twist hard in my chest. The kind of softness that made me want to wrap her up, pin her down, and remind her exactly who she belonged to until she forgot every other fucking thing in the world.“Hey…” I murmured, my voice low and rough, leaning forward just enough so she could feel me close without crowding her yet. “Easy, baby. I’ve got you.”Her gaze found mine, st
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