Nana turns, yawning and stretching. She feels Lana’s energy, faint but present, flickering weakly in her chest. It’s there, alive, and it’s enough to let her breathe for the first time in what feels like forever. This is the best sleep she’s had in years, but her peace shatters the moment she feels a presence looming over her.
Her eyes fly open, her body tense and alert. She’s met with a face that steals her breath.
A long, dark mane of messy hair cascades over a sharp jawline and high cheekbones, framing the most striking face she’s ever seen. His hair falls softly, brushing against her cheek, and she’s momentarily frozen.
Her heart thunders in her chest, and her eyes drift lower, taking in the sturdy, well-framed body in front of her. Every muscle looks carved, and his chest rises and
