Chapter 50: Outage

It's dark. But somehow I see more clearly then ever. 

Liana

The lights went out at 8:13 p.m.

Just like that—soft click, then darkness.

I stood in the middle of the living room, holding my phone like it was a lifeline. 

Outside, the wind had picked up. 

The rain hadn't started yet, but the sky felt heavy.

Alex had left twenty minutes ago, heels clicking down the hallway, red lipstick perfect, off to dinner with someone new.

I wasn't scared. Not exactly. But I didn't like it either.

So when the door buzzed and I checked the camera—

It was him.

Of course it was.

I opened the door without thinking. "You came."

Elias stepped inside, shaking the rain off his jacket. "I saw the outage alert. Figured you'd be alone."

I didn't say thank you. Didn't need to.

He kicked off his boots by the door. "Got candles?"

I nodded. "One. Bathroom. I'll get it."

He followed me down the hallway.

The flame lit with a small flick. Warm. Flickering.

It wasn't much.

But it was enough to see his face in that golden light.

God.

Why did he have to look like that?

The light hit him just right.

Not bright—just enough to catch the edge of his jaw.

The shadow under his chin.

The faint dip where his neck met his shoulder.

And maybe it was the way he was leaning forward.

Or the way his shirt clung just enough to show the curve of muscle along his throat.

But something about it made her chest tighten.

He didn't look at me. Just sat there, still, quiet, focused.

And I hated that my body noticed all of it before my mind could catch up.

We sat in the living room. 

The couch wasn't big. 

He sat at the edge. 

I curled up on the other end, blanket around my knees, candle on the coffee table between us.

No sound. Just the wind. Just us.

"I'm not afraid of the dark," I said, half-teasing.

"I know," he said. "But I'm still glad I came."

I looked at him. He wasn't smiling.

Just watching me. Not in a heavy way.

But in the way that made my skin feel too tight.

"Thank you," I said softly.

He nodded.

We sat like that for a while.

The flame danced. The shadows leaned closer.

And then—somehow—I leaned too.

Just a little. Until my shoulder brushed his arm.

He didn't move. And neither did the air between us.

I didn't mean to rest my head on him. But I did.

I waited for him to pull away. He didn't.

Instead—

He shifted. Turned slightly. Let me settle in.

And then he moved his arm. Slowly. Wrapped it around me.

Like he'd been holding back for too long.

I melted.

The blanket slipped. His body was warm.

His chest rose and fell beneath my cheek.

And I said it. Soft. Barely a whisper.

"I like it… when you hold me."

He stilled.

I could feel it—in the silence that followed.

Like the words had touched something too deep to name.

He didn't speak. Didn't breathe.

Then, quietly, like it hurt—

"Liana…"

I closed my eyes.

"I'm not asking for anything," I whispered. "I just… I wanted you to know."

His grip tightened. Not too much. Just enough to let me feel it.

To let me know he heard me.

And maybe—

That he felt it too.