#readtomeagain

Selene: the storm. Eryx: the harbor. She curled beside him, tired and messy and soft, and all she wanted was him. 💬 “Missed you.” 💬 “I’m right here.” 💬 “You show up for me. Every day. You already won.” She worried about magic. About failing. About being too much. And he? He never doubted her for a second. 📖 He read. 🩷 She melted. And somewhere in the warmth of that room— without saying it out loud— they were already halfway in love.