C88 Night of Lovers

The room breathed with heat and quiet shadow, lit only by the dying glow of the hearth. Rain whispered against the windows, soft and relentless, like fingers tracing glass. Ariana closed the door behind her and leaned back against it, her heart stumbling in her chest.

She could still feel the moon’s mark burning just beneath her skin—a soft, pulsing warmth that did not fade