DANTE’S POV
I hadn't been sleeping we;; ever since Selene moved into my room but tonight was worse. The air felt wrong too thick, too charged, as if something unseen had coiled itself between the walls and refused to leave. I lay on my back, staring at the darkened ceiling, every sound magnified. The crackle of the dying fire. The faint rustle of sheets. The slow, steady rhythm of Selene’s breathing from the other side of the room.
She had insisted on distance when she came in earlier. Had said nothing while unpacking the few belongings she’d been allowed to bring. No arguments. No tears. Just silence that cut deeper than any accusation she could have thrown at me. It had been a few days ever since she moved into my room with me but having her this close to me was something that I was st
