AURORA'S POV:
The morning air hangs thick with humidity, curling my hair and pressing down on my lungs like a warning.
I stand by my window, fingers gripping the sill, watching as the clouds drift lazily over the rooftops. My body still feels sore in places, aching from the night Jon and Arc showed me what it meant to be wanted. Claimed. But it’s not just the physical remnants that linger... it’s the aftershock in my chest, the part of me still processing that I now belong to both of them.
A knock taps against my bedroom door.
"Come in," I call softly, heart already racing.
Jon peeks his head in, his dark hair slightly tousled like he ran a hand through it too many times. There’s a seriousness in his eyes, an undercurrent of something… urgent.
"Can we talk?"
I nod and step back, let
