Elena lay in the quiet, her head resting against Theo’s chest, the steady thrum of his heartbeat the only sound breaking through the stillness. It was a comforting rhythm, grounding her in a moment that felt almost unreal. The weight of his story, the heaviness of his past, lingered between them like an unspoken truth, dark and undeniable. But she hadn’t pulled away. Instead, she remained close, drawn into the intimacy of his presence. His hand moved in slow, lazy circles on her arm, a gesture so simple yet filled with a tenderness that made her heart ache.


    For a moment, it was easy to pretend they were just two ordinary people, sharing a fragile piece of time before the world demanded them back. Her breathing synchronized with his, a delicate peace settling between them.


    Then, the soft buzz of her phone on the nightstand shattered the stillness. The sharp sound sliced through the cocoon they had woven together, and Elena frowned, the interruption unwelcome. Reluctantly, she pulled herself away from Theo’s hold, the absence of his body leaving a cold void in its place. She blinked against the harsh glow of the screen, her brother’s message standing out in bold letters.


    David: We need to meet. Tonight. Sundown. I’m bringing someone.


    Her heart sank as a knot of anxiety began to tighten in her chest. The real world was creeping back in, threatening to steal this fragile reprieve from her. She sighed, thumb hovering over the reply button, her mind swirling with questions and concerns.


    Theo shifted beside her, his presence pulling her attention. She glanced back, finding him watching her, his expression unreadable, though she could sense the tension beneath the calm exterior.


    “What is it?” he asked softly, his voice still carrying the tenderness of the moment they’d shared.


    She hesitated. “David wants us to meet him tonight at sundown,” she finally said, the weight of her brother’s message settling over her. “He’s bringing someone.”


    Theo’s gaze flickered briefly, a shadow crossing his features before he looked away. He didn’t respond immediately, the space between them suddenly feeling wider. She watched him carefully, noticing the subtle tightening of his shoulders.


    “Can you ask him to meet us later?” His voice was quieter now, almost careful, as though he was weighing every word.


    Elena frowned slightly, sensing the shift in his demeanor. “Why?”


    He hesitated, his gaze dropping. “I…” His words faltered, the moment stretching out before he answered. “I have to go out tonight.”


    Her heart skipped a beat. She already knew. Still, she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “Go out for what?”


    He didn’t answer right away. The silence between them felt heavy, suffocating.


    “I need to feed,” he admitted slowly, each word dragging.


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    The air between them shifted, colder now. The memory of his bite, the sharpness of his fangs sinking into her skin, the rush of pleasure that followed—it all came flooding back. It had been intimate. Deeply intimate. And now, the thought of him doing that with someone else felt…strange.


    A wave of something she didn’t want to name washed over her. It felt like a betrayal, though she had no right to feel it. He wasn’t hers. They weren’t anything... were they?


    Theo’s hand reached out, brushing her arm gently, but she didn’t move toward him. His touch, comforting only moments ago, now felt distant, almost foreign. “Elena…” His voice was soft, pleading, as though he could sense the shift in her, even if she hadn’t said a word.


    She pulled away, just enough to break the contact. Her gaze remained fixed on her phone, her fingers trembling slightly as she tried to focus on David’s message.


    “It’s not like what you think,” Theo said, his voice rougher now, as though the words pained him. “Those feelings you had… I don’t feel that when I feed. It’s just food, Elena. It doesn’t mean anything to me, not like….” His voice trailed.


    She didn’t respond right away. The words echoed in her mind, but they didn’t ease the ache in her chest. Just food. Her lips pressed into a thin line. It shouldn’t matter. She shouldn’t care this much. But the thought kept creeping back: If it didn’t mean anything, why did it feel like it did?


    Her voice was hollow when she finally spoke. “Just food?”


    Theo winced. He reached for her again, his hand hovering just above her arm as if he were afraid to touch her. “Elena, it’s dangerous to feed on the same person repeatedly. The bite can become addictive. It could hurt you. That’s why I—”


    “It’s alright,” she interrupted, her voice sharper than she intended. “You don’t owe me an explanation, Theo. I get it. I know what this is.”


    She had a habit of doing this—letting herself get swept up. She was always reading too much into things, overestimating what she meant to people.


    His brow furrowed, frustration mixing with the guilt in his eyes. “That’s not what this is about,” he said, his voice rising slightly, though he caught himself, lowering it again. “You don’t understand…”


    “What don’t I understand?” She asked trying to keep her emotions from spilling over.


    Theo’s hands dropped to his sides, he swallowed and Elena could see him struggle to find the right words. The silence between them stretched, filled with everything they weren’t saying. His eyes shown with a quiet desperation. They seemed to be pleading with her to hear the words that he couldn’t bring himself to say.


    She turned away from him.


    “Elena…” His voice was softer now, almost a whisper.


    She didn’t turn to face him, didn’t respond. Her hands trembled as she picked up her clothes, pulling them on with movements that felt too mechanical, too distant. The warmth that had been between them moments ago had vanished, replaced by something colder—something harder to break through.


    Theo rose from the bed, his footsteps quiet as he crossed the room. He stopped just behind her, close enough for her to feel the tension radiating from his body, but he didn’t touch her. Instead, he spoke quietly, his voice laced with regret.


    “I’m sorry,” he said, the words falling heavily between them. “I never wanted this to hurt you.”


    Elena’s breath caught, her fingers tightening around the edge of her shirt. For a moment, she was frozen, caught between the desire to stay and the instinct to run. Her heart pounded in her chest, a war raging inside her. She could sense the sincerity in his voice but her walls were going up and she didn’t know how to stop them.


    Without turning to face him, she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. “I know.”


    And with that, she stepped toward the door, leaving Theo standing alone in the quiet.