(Adelaide)
The dream found her before she found herself.
Not sight at first—weight. Heat pressed along her spine, steady and enveloping, the kind that seeped into bone and made muscles unclench without permission. Her breath slowed inside it, lungs filling easily, as though the air itself had decided to be kind.
Then came the warmth. A soft, enveloping warmth. A broad chest behind her. An arm wrapped around her waist. A slow, steady breath brushing at the back of her neck like it worshipped the tiny hairs there. Heat soaked into her spine, a steady, comforting weight that made every muscle in her body sigh. The air smelled faintly of smoke and something darker, familiar as a heartbeat now—him.
Apollo.
The dream carried sound too—his breathing low and even, the faint hum of power under
