"Every time you smirk at me, I lose a little more control."
TAEMIN'S POV
The night air in RoanRidge carried a damp coolness that clung to my skin. I had been pacing my chamber for what felt like hours, unable to shake the storm stirring inside me. I realized it was Elias; even without him speaking a word, I could sense his turmoil. It rippled through our bond as twins, faint but undeniable. He was hurting, caught between love and duty, Alaric and the kingdom. I hated that he carried such weight on his shoulders. He deserved more. He deserved peace, and with a sigh, I pushed myself from the bed. If I stayed inside any longer, I would suffocate under the weight of his anguish. I needed to find him, even if I just looked at him and reminded him, he was not alone.
