####TRIGGER WARNING: s****l ASSAULT####
As soon as we stepped into the familiar comfort of my home, I invited Beau inside. I made my way to the kitchen, the warm aroma of fresh coffee beans filling the room as I prepared a pot.
“You look exhausted,” Beau remarked, concern etched across his features.
"This coming from someone who was up all night fighting in battle." I scoffed.
"I'm serious." He said.
“I haven’t slept a wink since I moved here,” I admitted, the weariness in my voice unmistakable.
“Are you f*****g serious? You need to get some rest,” he urged, his tone taking on a protective edge.
“I know. And I will. I just need to wind down a little after everything that’s happened,” I said, sinking into one of the chairs at the table, the weight of the recent chaos still heavy on
