Tangled Fates
As Elena dressed quietly, she could still feel the lingering warmth from Alexander's touch. His words, his promises—they echoed in her mind, stirring a mixture of hope and fear. She glanced over at him, still lounging in bed, his eyes following her every movement. It made her feel exposed, not just physically, but emotionally.
There was something unsettling about this sense of vulnerability. She had never allowed herself to need anyone this much, and it both terrified and thrilled her. Could she truly trust him? Could she trust herself?
As if sensing her unease, Alexander rose from the bed, moving toward her with that effortless grace he always had. The weight of his presence wrapped around her like a cloak, warm and safe. His hand touched her shoulder, and she turned to face him, eyes searching his.
"What's on your mind?" he asked softly, his voice soothing, but with an edge of concern.
