Skylar

The walls seem to pulse with the rhythm of my heartbeat, each step we take echoing the dual drums of fear and desire that pound against my ribcage. With Alaric leading me toward safety, I cling to the conviction in his eyes, letting it fuel my determination to survive the tumultuous tide of my own nature.

"Where are we going?" My voice sounds distant, muffled by the roar of blood in my ears.

"Somewhere secure," he says, his tone leaving no room for argument. ...