Chapter 77 The Calm Before The Storm

• Chapter : The Calm Before the Storm
• The ring on my finger glistened beneath the soft bedroom light, its presence grounding me like an anchor in a sea of chaos. I couldn’t stop looking at it. Not because of its size or sparkle—but because of what it represented. It wasn’t about promises made before an altar or the vows whispered in front of strangers. It was about us. About surviving hell and still choosing each other.
• Lucien's fingers gently brushed my bare shoulder as he lay beside me, propped on one elbow. His eyes were tired, but there was a softness in them I hadn't seen in weeks.