Sloane's POV
Epoch was moved by my words. He finally turned to face me. In those lonely, pain-filled eyes, a faint glimmer of hope slowly began to appear.
"Really?" he asked, voice hoarse.
I nodded, pulling his head gently into my embrace, pressing his face firmly against my chest as I answered with conviction, "Really."
"I won't let you carry your pain alone. Not ever."
I ran my fingers softly through his golden hair, offering him the gentlest comfort I could.
Outside, the merciless storm still hammered the windows, and darkness smothered the world beyond.
But here, in this quiet hotel room, a calm and peaceful aura began to spread, wrapping around us like a blanket. Little by little, both my breathing and Epoch's started to sync—slow, steady, at ease.
Especially with Epoch. I cou
