With every step he took towards her, she mirrored him with a step back of her own. It was quite evident that she was afraid of him, and it pained him more deeply than he could have ever imagined. "Visenya, there are people who want to come between us," his words were filled with a sense of desperat
"Where are you taking me?" Visenya asked, her voice carrying a touch of restlessness. "It feels like you're whisking me away to the other side of the world." "We're almost there, and remember, no peeking," Lucian gently reminded her, his tone laced with anticipation. "My eyes are sealed shut," she
She quickly jumped to her feet, a surge of excitement coursing through her veins, as she swiftly removed her clothing. "What are you doing?" He asked, his voice filled with concern. In response, she playfully tossed her final article of clothing at him. "I'm going swimming, of course." "I don't t
"It's nothing," he dismissed, his words lacking conviction. "It is not nothing," she persisted. "I can sense this battle that you're having within yourself, and I think I know what it is." "I don't think that you do," he countered, his voice tinged with vulnerability. "Of course, I do," she affir
Lucian and Visenya enjoyed a few more blissful days on the island, thousands of miles away from the rest of the world, in their own little paradise. But when they finally returned home, Lucian found himself grappling with the weight of his intentions. He had longed to confess the truth about their
"No..." She wiggled the key forcefully, but it refused to turn... because it wasn't the right one. Frustration welled up within her as she pulled the key out, realizing she still had no entry. Contemplating whether she should break the damn door down, she placed her hand on the doorknob, channeling
"So... it's Visenya now, is it?" Her stare pierced through him, as sharp and deadly as ever. "Not dog? Or mutt? Or whore?!" Lucian squeezed his eyes shut, a breath of despair escaping from the depths of his soul. "What have you done?" She whispered, her gaze falling upon her chest. The tips of h
“Oatmeal again?” Synora griped over her breakfast. "I'm tired of eating this stupid oatmeal." “Well, I was going to go to the market this morning, but I can’t in this rain, can I? So, I guess you’ll just have to eat your stupid oatmeal… or starve," Caspian clapped back. “This storm is so strange,"