Her Saviour

That night, Alaric found sleep elusive. The moonlight filtered through the crack in the walls, casting delicate shadows across the room. Lara's bed, nestled against the slatted wall, felt so close to his own, which was positioned just a breath away.

The faint rustle of the bamboo slats separating them seemed to echo in the stillness, creating a barrier that was both fragile and palpable. Each of her gentle movements, each creak of the bamboo bed offered a reminder of her presence, stirring a restless energy in him as thoughts of her danced through his mind.