Fragile Relief

Malachi refused to loosen his iron grip on Vanya’s hand, anchoring her fading spirit as the agonizing hours bled into a suffocating standstill. He had not moved since his fangs pierced her flesh. His thumb traced a relentless path across her knuckles, accompanied by an endless stream of low, desperate whispers.

From the far corner, Magnus observed the display with a violence simmering just beneat