The silk beneath her was cool against her skin, a sharp contrast to the lingering heat between them. Rose lay there for a moment, chest rising and falling in an unsteady rhythm, her hair a spill of gold and copper against the dark pillows. Eren stood over her, the faint shimmer of sweat tracing the lines of his body, his breath coming in quiet, deep pulls. His gaze lingered—not on her curves, but on her eyes, as if every heartbeat of hers was written there for him to read.
The flicker of torchlight painted their shadows across the walls, dancing in slow, hypnotic waves. Neither spoke. The silence between them was thick, but not empty—it was full of everything they had not yet said, every unvoiced confession pressing at the edges of the moment.
