Cass didn't fix her. Didn't ask what was wrong. She just breathed with her, a steady metronome of care, until the tightness in Elara’s chest began to unspool.
"Elara." Just her name, soft and sure. "You're on the floor." the loving dominant pdf
Elara found it tucked under her keyboard on a Tuesday morning, after a night where her thoughts had spun like a broken compass. She’d woken up fragile, the world feeling too loud and too shapeless. Her partner, Cass, had already left for work, but the scent of coffee and something else—intention—lingered. Cass didn't fix her