The morning after Deyonjay’s confession of love was bathed in a rare sense of tranquility. The mansion, typically filled with an air of tension, seemed to breathe easier. Krissan awoke to the warmth of Deyonjay’s embrace, his arms wrapped protectively around her. It was a simple moment of peace that felt almost otherworldly in their chaotic existence.
As they lay there, savoring the quiet, Krissan’s thoughts wandered to the future. Their future. The promises they had made to each other felt like anchors in a storm, grounding them amidst the violence and betrayal that defined their world. She traced her fingers along Deyonjay’s arm, lost in thought.
“What’s on your mind?” he murmured, his voice thick with sleep.
She smiled softly. “Just thinking about us. About everything we’ve been thro
