Under the sheets, the world was soft and still—a sanctuary of warmth and quiet. The faint aroma of vanilla and musk lingered in the air, subtle yet intoxicating. Beside me, the woman I cherished slept soundly, her body radiating gentle heat beneath the blanket’s comforting embrace. Though the darkness hid her features, my hands moved instinctively, drawn to the silken texture of her skin. The curve of her leg met my touch...

Eight thousand. My arms tremble as strain claws through my muscles. I exhale slowly, controlling the burn, and lower myself again. Nine thousand. My heart pounds, urging me onward. Ten thousand. My body quakes at the peak before I collapse to my knees, sweat dripping onto the mat. I rise carefully, breathing deeply as I grab my water bottle. The cool liquid soothes, a welcome reprieve. In the mirror, my reflection holds m...

I watched Isabella sling her backpack over her shoulders, her suitcase in tow. Her smile—gentle but eager—tightened something in my chest. “All ready?” I asked, my voice unsteady. “Not until you give me a hug.” She stepped closer, the familiar scent of rose, cinnamon, and clove enveloping me. I hugged her, clinging to the faint warmth of her through her thick winter jacket. I wanted to tell her to stay, but instead, I let...