Ella:
I woke up warm.
Held.
My cheek was pressed against his chest, rising and falling steadily beneath me. One of his arms wrapped around my waist, the other resting lightly on my thigh like he couldn’t stand not touching me. I didn’t move. I didn’t want to. I wanted to stay right here, tucked into the arms of the man the whole damn world warned me about.
Raiden.
The name alone could make people flinch. My brother said he was dangerous. Said he was the Midnight Phantoms’ enforcer—their muscle, their darkness, their sharp edge. But this? This wasn’t danger.
This was safety.
I tilted my head just enough to look at him. He was hauntingly handsome in a way that almost hurt to look at. Wavy dark curls spilled over his forehead. His jaw was cut from stone, and his cheekbones looked like
