Soraya's POV
Darius just held me like that until my heart finally stopped racing so much. I let out a soft sigh, slowly pulling away from him as he wiped the tears from my eyes.
"What happened?" he asked gently.
"I had a nightmare," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
He tilted his head a little. "A nightmare?"
I nodded and looked away. "Yeah. I've… I've been having it for years. It gets scarier each time." I tried to laugh it off.
He didn't say anything, just reached for the nightstand and handed me a glass of water.
"Thank you," I murmured, taking it with shaky hands. The water felt cool against my throat, and somehow, it helped.
He took the glass back and set it down carefully, then pulled the blanket up over my legs again, tucking it gently around me.
