The moon was high, casting light across the room like a blessing.
Maximus stood by the window, quiet, he was watching the night settle over GrandFord. His silhouette was sharp against the glass, his shoulders broad, and posture steady, but there was something in the way he held himself, it was something restrained and something waiting.
I sat on the edge of the bed, my fingers curled around the hem of my robe and my heart loud in my chest. We hadn’t spoken since the balcony, but I guess... everything had already been said.
Maximus turned slowly, eyes meeting mine.
“Do you want me to stay?” he asked.
His voice is not steady. It carried something raw... hope, fear, longing tangled together.
I nodded. “I don’t need saving. I just… want you beside me tonight.”
Something flick
