Damien’s pov:
She fell asleep before she even realized she was drifting.
One second, her breathing was uneven and her fingers were curled tight against my shirt. The next, her whole body just… let go. The weight of the last few days seemed to leave her in one long, quiet sigh.
I didn't move. I barely breathed. I was terrified that the slightest shift would wake her, or worse, break the fragile bridge she’d finally built between us.
Her head rested against my chest, her dark hair spilling over my arm like silk, in dark, soft waves. I could feel the warmth of her breath against my skin, slow and warm. And the steady, honest rhythm of her heart.
She felt so delicate. She wasn’t weak.. I knew better than that, but she was gentle. It was a kind of gentleness that made something deep inside
