The motorcycle's roar cut through the cold night air, a deep, powerful sound that resonated in my ribcage. Damian drove with the same precision with which he moved in any situation—absolute control, never allowing anything or anyone to destabilize him. My body was tense behind him, my hands gripping the sides of the seat instead of his waist. I hadn't dared to touch him, not after how he had been acting since we left the faculty.
The wind lashed against my face, but it wasn't enough to dissipate the weight I felt in my chest. Something had changed between us. I could feel it in the way he avoided my gaze, in how his voice had lost that playful edge it usually had when we were together. There was a distance between us, a chasm I didn't understand but that was slowly consuming me.
