A deserted hallway, doors made of polished wood and a familiar feeling of suffocation welcomed them into the Eclipse Palace.
Neveah didn't know what home was, or what it felt like, but it wasn't this. If home felt this way, why would anyone build their life around it? Why would anyone desire to return to it?
The look in Alessio's eyes were unreadable as he laid her down on the bed in her room... their room, the room he claimed they had once shared, but had left to give her the privacy she needed in this uncertain time.
It was supposed to be a space she'd lived in, and loved in for years already. A space she had given herself to this man over and over again, and craved for him, held him when the sun was too shy to grace the skies with its light.
Her heart should have remembered his love. Her body should have remembered his touch... this damned room should have been a place of comfort,
Yet the moment they crossed the threshold, that feeling of suffocation returned in double fold.
