Nova's POV
When I woke up, everything was too quiet.
At first, I wasn't even sure where I was. My eyes opened to unfamiliar shadows stretching across a ceiling that wasn't mine. It took a few seconds before memory trickled back in—his apartment, his bed, his arms around me.
Eldur.
Just his name made my chest tighten.
I turned my head slowly and saw him beside me, still asleep, silver hair tousled like he'd just stepped out of a fairytale and accidentally fallen into reality. His lashes were absurdly long for someone so sharp-edged. His features—elegant, otherworldly, like he belonged to another time.
I watched his chest rise and fall, and for a moment, I let myself remember how it felt to be held like I mattered.
But then... the weight hit me.
