Some encounters don't just happen—they burn themselves into the soul.
I wasn't looking for love. I wasn't looking for anything.
But then, there she was—eyes locked on me, quiet and unshakable, like I'd been waiting all along. Our meeting was sudden, tangled in smoke and grief, and yet something deeper pulled us together.
What followed wasn't careful or planned. It was messy. It was urgent. It was the kind of night that leaves your body aching, and your heart forever changed. We spoke about everything and nothing, as if each word was a thread weaving us into something neither of us understood—but both needed.
A story told from Eric's point of view. This is not a love story told in neat lines. It's desire. It's vulnerability. It's two souls finding each other in the chaos—and holding on.