Serena
When I woke, the air didn’t smell like peace.
It smelled like ash and sweat and s*x—like the remnants of something burned down just to see what would rise from the soot. The light coming through the reinforced shutters was gray and splintered, cutting across the bed in long stripes, like bars on a cell.
I didn’t feel caged.
I felt… undone. Reassembled.
And still breaking.
The blanket barely covered me. My body ached in places that hadn't hurt in a long time. Not from violence. From being touched like I belonged to something that wasn’t pain.
Their warmth was still in the sheets, but they were gone.
Nico’s hoodie was on the floor, inside out. Luca’s watch lay on the nightstand, ticking in a calm rhythm that felt completely at odds with the storm I knew was coming. Matteo’s ci
