114: Disappearances

Elaine’s POV

I woke up to the cool morning light streaming through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. My eyes fluttered open, and I instinctively reached out, searching for Killian's familiar warmth beside me. But as my hand met the cold, empty sheets, a sigh escaped my lips.

It had been like this for the past few weeks. Night after night, we shared wild, passionate sex, our bodies entangled in the heat of desire. Yet, each morning, I found myself alone, Killian nowhere to be seen. The cycle was becoming all too familiar, and with each passing day, the sting of his absence grew sharper.

I sat up, pulling the sheets around me, and glanced around the room. His scent still lingered, a reminder of the nights we spent together, but it wasn't enough to fill the void his absence left. I ran a hand through my hair, feeling a mix of frustration and longing settle in my chest.

Our nights were intense, filled with a hunger that bordered on desperation. But as the sun rose, the i