There are moments in my life where silence feels more threatening than noise.
Now is one of them.
I stood at the doorway of my bedroom, watching her breathe softly under the pale light leaking through the curtains. Maurice Miranda—sleeping in my bed, wrapped in a quiet peace I didn’t deserve to disturb.
But my thoughts were chaos.
She doesn’t know how much she’s already tangled herself into the ruins of a kingdom I tried to forget. She doesn’t know that every step she takes beside me could draw her deeper into a world that doesn’t welcome outsiders.
And yet… she’s here.
I took a slow breath, resting my hand against the doorframe. The glass of untouched wine in my hand had long gone warm. But I couldn’t drink it. Not while the weight in my chest was heavier than ever.
Should I call h
