His Forbidden Muse
She’s so small in my arms.
Too small to hold this much power over me.
And yet, after everything, here I am, wrapped around her.
Not the other way around.
Never the other way around.
Her breath fans softly against my chest, warm and strangely slow, like a lullaby I wasn’t meant to hear. Her cheek is pressed to my skin, lips parted slightly, and those delicate fucking arms are clinging to my torso as if I’m something that can keep her safe.