His Presence In Her Room

Adolphus stood by the edge of Seraphina’s bed, his eyes softening as he watched her sleep.

The moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over her face, illuminating the delicate features he had come to cherish more than he could admit.

Her long lashes fluttered slightly, and her lips parted in a quiet sigh, drawing him closer with an invisible force.

He missed her, missed the way she used to look at him before everything fell apart.

Before the betrayal, before the bloodshed. But he knew she needed space, a chance to process the devastation he had brought into her life. It was the least he could offer her now.

So he stayed at a distance, even when all he wanted was to hold her close and beg for a forgiveness he knew he didn’t deserve.

Adolphus couldn’t resist any longer.