Damien’s boots echoed in the hallway as he walked towards the safe house. Outside, the world was chaotic, rocking him to his bones, and here in this sterile cold building, everything felt still, too… stilll. The calm before the storm.
He reached the door to their quarters and paused for a moment, sifting through the last few days in his mind. Their tension has grown sharper, more electric than it had ever felt, and tonight he needed something to give.
He’s used to being able to make it look like he has everything under control, but now with Isla around he couldn't pretend anymore…
The door creaked open, and there she was, as cautious as he was. Isla was in her customary black, all they faced was hanging heavy on her posture. She’d always been strong, but tonight she had something else
