The house was too beautiful to belong to people like them.
Built on the edge of the forest, away from pack borders and council eyes, it was quiet, with warm wooden floors, wide windows that let moonlight spill in like silver silk, and walls carved with protective runes Dominic had etched himself late into the night.
For a few days… they almost forgot. They left all the chaos behind them and just lived their lives like normal couples.
Aria woke to Dominic’s arm heavy around her waist and Adrian’s steady breathing at her back. Mornings were slow. Gentle. Adrian cooked while Dominic pretended not to hover. They argued over small things—music, coffee strength, whose turn it was to do the dishes.
It felt sensual, raw, and lovely
Delicate
And Aria loved it anyway.
But peace never stayed
