GINGER
I woke to warmth and sparks softly vibrating along my skin.
The steady rhythm of a heartbeat thumped beneath my ear. A strong arm wrapped securely around my waist, pulling me in, anchoring me. The scent surrounding me was familiar, comforting. I nuzzled closer, inhaling deeply, as if I could physically absorb the safety I felt in his embrace.
I was finally home. Maybe not literally, but in every way that mattered.
No chains. No damp cave walls. No torturous nights filled with fear and uncertainty. Just him. His warmth. His scent. The quiet reassurance of being exactly where I belonged.
Tyce stirred beneath me, his grip tightening instinctively before his lips brushed against the crown of my head. “Morning, pyro.”
A slow, lazy smile spread across my face. “Morning.”
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