Scarlet
The morning sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains in my room, painting soft golden stripes on the walls. I stretched, letting the warmth sink into my skin, but my thoughts were already elsewhere. Him.
Damien.
It was becoming an unshakable habit—waking up and thinking of him first. Not with dread, not with anger, but something softer, something warmer. I wasn’t sure when it started feeling this way, but I couldn’t deny it anymore. Things between us were… good. Better than they’d ever been.
Too good to be true, a small voice whispered in the back of my mind.
I don’t know when things started to change. How did we go from tearing each other’s throats to whatever it was yesterday?
I shook my head and pushed the thought away, heading to the bathroom to freshen up. There was
