Chapter 62

She learned that the promises whispered in the night can be louder than the heartbreak in the morning.

-Unknown.

|A L E E Z A|

In these past few weeks, life has taken on the gentle rhythm of a smooth ride. Kirill's presence has become a constant, a reassuring melody that plays in the background of my days. His touches linger longer than before, each one leaving an imprint that resonates with an unspoken intensity. There's a familiarity in the way he calls me addictive, and I can't help but feel it, I feel beautiful with him. Looking and feeling beautiful are two entirely different things. Even in the simplicity of everyday moments, I'm drawn to him, as if an invisible force pulls me closer.

"It's your fault, Solnishko," he teases, a mischievous glint in his eyes, fingers lightly brushing mine. "You're just too addictive."

Since the night his tears fell into the shelter of my arms, our connection has ripened into something far more profound. I