THIRD PERSON POV
THIRD PERSON POV
The shadows in the bunker had deepened, curling into corners like silent witnesses. The faint smell of smoke clung to the walls, thick and heady, but it was the presence of him that made the air almost unbearable. Rowan’s gaze never left hers, dark and deliberate, tracking every tremble, every inhale she didn’t know she was holding.
“You feel that?” he murmured, his voice low, almost a growl. “The way this room… this moment… it’s ours. Even if we shouldn’t be here.”
Elara’s pulse thrummed so loudly she was sure he could hear it. “It shouldn’t feel like this,” she whispered. “I shouldn’t…”
“You shouldn’t what?” His hand brushed hers again, deliberately, teasingly, tracing slow lines along her fingers. “Feel me? Feel this?”
Their eyes locked, a silent
