Sam's POVInside the suite, peace held on tight. A quiet corner where everything else faded out. Here, breath came easier. Walls stood firm against the noise outside. This room refused to let chaos in.Once the shouting faded - guards rushing past flowerbeds, beams of light stabbing at shadows, the attacker vanishing into trees - Ethan led me without pause to this spot. All along he held my hand tight. His arm never left my shoulders during the walk, his frame angled slightly, blocking me from view of the house grounds.Locked, the door sat still. Drawn shut, the curtains blocked the outside. From one lamp on the side table, light spilled - soft gold spilling across the chairs and carpet.On the broad couch we stayed, Ethan's arm draped over my back. Against his shoulder my head lay quiet, drawn near by his good arm. Under my ear a rhythm pulsed - firm, grounding, real. Safety settled in deep, something I hadn’t known since long before now.More than a shield for the body.Deep down,
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