Riley
I wake up slowly, feeling the warmth of Damien's arms wrapped around me, his solid chest pressed against my back. The early morning light filters through the curtains, casting soft shadows across the room, but everything feels muted, blurred at the edges.
I lie still for a moment, letting myself feel the weight of his embrace, his steady breathing against my shoulder. It's comforting… grounding.
But then it all comes rushing back—last night, the way Callum appeared out of nowhere, the terror that paralyzed me, his hands on me, the bite mark. My throat tightens, and before I can stop it, a sob tears through me. It's like every part of me is unraveling, the memories too raw, too close.
My shoulders are shaking as I bury my face in the pillow, trying to stifle the sound. But it's useless. Damien stirs behind me, his arm tightening around me as he wakes. He kisses my shoulder softly, pulling me even closer.
