Sylthara/Winter~
I sat on the edge of Nicholas's bed, the room heavy with the kind of silence that buzzes beneath your skin. My fingers still tingled where his hands had held mine a moment ago—tight, almost desperate—as if he could anchor me to him through sheer force of will. His voice lingered in the air like smoke, curling around my ribs and settling deep in my chest.
"Nothing you say could make me walk away."
The words hit me like a slow, steady drumbeat. A promise. A vow. Something carved into the marrow of the night itself. I wanted—gods, I wanted—to believe him.
