-Elias Grayson:
The room feels quieter.
Not empty.
Just softer.
Aurelian is lying half on top of Sebastian, his cheek resting against Sebastian's chest again, his breathing slowly evening out. There's a faint flush still lingering on his skin, warmth beneath the surface, and his eyes look heavy but bright — like he's still floating somewhere between pleasure and disbelief.
He looks so much better like this.
Without the mask.
Without the guarded edge.
I can see everything in his expression now — the way his lashes flutter when Sebastian's fingers drift lazily through his hair, the faint curve of his mouth when he exhales, the way his brows relax instead of pulling together defensively.
He looks peaceful.
And it does something to me.
I shift closer on the bed, drawn in without really thinking about it. My hand slides over his waist slowly, just resting there at first. He glances up at me, eyes warm and open, no hesitation.
God.
