Ruthless Devotion

The room was heavy with silence, the kind that presses against your chest and makes every breath feel calculated.

Lyra sat on the armchair in front of her, fingers trembling slightly, mind racing to reconcile the calm, protective Kaelen she knew with the ruthless force that had dismantled Thorne.

Kaelen stayed near the window, back to her, staring out at the horizon. The tension in his shoulders