*Freesia*
As we step into the cool darkness of the sewer pipe, the air shifts, wrapping around us like a damp blanket. The sound of water trickling echoes in the distance, and I can’t help but shudder slightly. I grip Raylee’s hand tighter, feeling her small fingers tremble. Torren leads us with a firm resolve, his presence both reassuring and commanding.
“Are you okay, Raylee?” he asks, glancing back at us quite often, as if scared we will disappear. I watch the way his brow furrows, the intensity in his eyes softening when he looks at her. It’s a side of him I haven’t seen before, and it stirs something inside me. I’ve always known men to be brash and domineering, but Torren treats Raylee with a gentleness that feels almost foreign. I find myself examining his every move, realizing tha
