Life settled into a new rhythm, defined by the roar of drills and the taste of recycled, filtered air. Neither David nor Sophia brought up the word "relationship." Out in this godforsaken mining base, something like that felt like a luxury they couldn't afford. They were more like two people huddling for warmth in this desolate place, each getting something they needed. After a monotonous shift, or when the relentless industrial noise outside grated on their nerves in the dead of night, ending up in bed together became the most direct and effective form of stress relief. With her room right next door, it became a convenience that felt almost inevitable.
Hell, it's better than staring at the ceiling counting rivets until I fall asleep, David figured.
The changes Sophia brought extended fa
