Samaira’s breath trembles as she keeps staring at Vivan, her body still held safely in his strong arms while he walks into his bedroom. His steps are slow, careful, almost protective...so opposite from the violent storm she witnessed outside

The door clicks shut behind them as he enters, the faint cold from the corridor fading into the warmth of his private room. He lowers her onto his enormous bed as if she is something fragile, something precious, something he can’t risk hurting even accidentally