Alena

Roak’s presence is a constant pull, his aura a calm storm of understanding that envelops my doubts and soothes them into submission. He moves closer, and the space between us is filled with the energy of imminent revelation.

“Alena,” he says, his voice a gentle caress amidst nature’s soothing melody. “I have wandered through the shadows of loneliness, my heart a fortress against the ghosts of loss and betrayal. But you…” He pauses, his warm breath on my cheek, ...