Mine to keep, mine to break
Nalini
The quiet of my dorm felt like a fragile illusion. I knew the council’s guards patrolled the corridors, their eyes sharp, but the bond thrummed insistently in my chest, a pulse that promised defiance and danger alike. The room was dim, the curtains pulled tight, yet I could feel the warmth of both Myron and Timothy brushing against the edges of my consciousness. They were outside, forbidden, but the bond was stronger than any decree. I could feel their hesitation, their longing, and even a tinge of frustration, like coiled lightning ready to strike.
Bab Populer