Cold After the Fire
The air was thick with the weight of their actions, yet Liam refused to acknowledge it. Instead, he sat in rigid silence, his expression carved from stone, his back turned to Elsa. The warmth that had once filled the small cave had long since faded, replaced by a chilling emptiness that gnawed at the edges of his mind.
He had let himself slip.
For a moment—just one reckless, weak moment—he had allowed himself to feel. He had let his guard down, let himself drown in the intoxicating heat of her body, the way she whispered his name, the way she surrendered to him as if nothing else in the world mattered.
And now, it made him sick.
He clenched his jaw, his fingers digging into his palm as he forced himself to move, to get up, to put distance between them. Elsa sat cur
