*Griff
The sun’s warm rays filter through the curtains as I hold Anaïs close, her soft breaths fanning against my chest. I breathe in, savoring the scent of her, a mix of sweet vanilla and her unique essence that sends my senses into overdrive. I have waited centuries to feel this alive, and it’s all because of her.
Relief courses through me, the weight of my secret, the truth of my curse, lifted. She hasn’t run, hasn’t turned away in fear or disgust. Instead, she is here, in my arms, accepting me as I am. I can’t help but marvel at her strength and kindness.
She might look fragile, but she is anything but.
I glance down at her, watching the relaxed features of her face as she snuggles into me. The urge to share the rest of my burdens, the second curse, the one she holds at bay, is st
