The battlefield stretched before us like a cursed land, the air thick with tension, the scent of blood already lingering despite no blade being drawn yet. We marched under the moon's cold gaze, our warriors moving in silent unity. But beneath the stillness was the promise of chaos, the storm of battle waiting to be unleashed.
Luca rode at the front, a figure of dominance and unshakable power. His presence was a force of nature, steady and commanding, but now I felt him in a way I never had before. The mark on my neck burned faintly, a reminder of what had transpired the night before-the moment I had let myself forget everything and allowed desire to take control.
Now, I couldn't ignore him. I could feel the slow rise and fall of his breath, the steady beat of his pulse, the anger simmeri
