Fragile Desires (18+) (GxG)

Thirty-Eight | Planned Runaways

Waking up beside her is like stumbling upon a hidden cave after a storm at sea. 

The world outside might still be chaotic, the weight of duty and expectation a constant pull on the tide, but here, in the quiet sanctuary of tangled limbs and shared breaths, there's a sense of calmness.

Her presence is an anchor, a grounding force among the swirling anxieties that fill my mind. 

There's a vulnerability in shared space—exposing bare vulnerabilities that wouldn't be possible under the scrutiny of a crown. 

Here, titles melt away, replaced by the rawness of shared breaths, stolen space, and the unspoken language of intertwined limbs.

This was a feeling I could never have imagined. 

The warmth radiating from her body isn't just physical.

 It seeps deep into my chest, chasing away the chill of loneliness that has always been a constant companion in an empty bed.

It's a warmth that transcends the expectations of duty, a tenderness that speaks of a connection and defies the constraints of my position. 

In the quiet exchange of our breaths, I find a peace I never knew existed—a sense of finally belonging.

Perhaps to her.

- Azzy

♛Chapter Thirty-Eight: Planned Runaways♛

The sun fell brightly through the windows, painting warm stripes across our tangled bare bodies.

Everything around me felt so warm.

Even the lightest graze against my hair, a feather-soft caress, sent a warm shiver down my spine, causing me to fall deeper into my sleep. 

But my deep sleep was shattered by a gentle, insistent ringing.

The touch gently playing with my hair halted—inevitably forcing my heavy eyes to flutter open.

And to say, Renata looked almost angelic in the sunlight would be an understatement.

Her jet-black hair seemed to glisten under the sun, shining so perfectly against her glowing skin. 

A warmth struck my body, her touch now gently grazing my cheek. 

"You should take that," I yawned, rubbing my heavy eyes as I glanced around.

What time is it?

Renata placed a fleeting kiss to my forehead, "It's fine," she murmured, now placing a soft kiss on my lips.

I hummed, feeling as if I could be woken up like this every day of my life.

"Good morning," I whispered against her soft lips.

Renata hummed, "Good morning," she said, pulling back to place a softer kiss to my temple.

My eyes fell shut for a brief moment before fluttering back open, "What time is it?" I mumbled tiredly.