LENA
I woke to the soft light filtering through the curtains, a gentle warmth that felt like the remnants of the night. I stretched, feeling the pleasant ache in my muscles, the lingering heat from the bond with Dom wrapping around me like a second skin. The sheets were cold where he should have been, and a sense of quiet settled over me as I sat up, the stillness of the room in stark contrast to the intensity of last night.
Dom was gone.
For a moment, the empty space beside me felt foreign, like a part of me was missing. But I pushed the feeling aside, focusing on the certainty that he was still close. He was never far—never truly out of reach.
