KAIA
So, there’s this thing about power.
People think it’s loud. Like, you know, commands barked, rules written, fists slammed on tables. But lying here, with the three of them watching me like I’m their next breath, I realize power can be quiet too. It can be a whisper. A pause. A single word that makes them freeze or fall apart.
It’s knowing I don’t have claws or strength or fangs or furs, yet somehow they’re the ones trembling. They could break me if they wanted, but they don’t. They wait. They burn. They beg without speaking.
And that’s the thing about power, sometimes it doesn’t look like who can take, but who gets to choose when to give. Who has a choice.
And for the first time in my life, it's mine.
My head tips back, a moan slipping past my lips. Caius’ mouth is still on my
