Daemon
From that evening onwards, Diana became wary and somewhat withdrawn. It frightened me, stirring up conflicting feelings I couldn’t quite name. Sometimes I caught her watching me for a long time, as though she was trying to understand something or find the answer to the question she still wasn’t ready to ask aloud. Whenever that happened, I would go over to her, wrap my arms around her, and kiss the top of her head. Her scent calmed me, bringing back that familiar feeling of home.
Our relationship gradually settled into something quieter. The passion, of course, hadn’t gone anywhere, but it was as though we were drifting in a boat across a mirror-still lake, with neither wind nor waves to disturb the surface. Everything seemed fine, and somehow that very tranquillity unsettled me m
