It wasn't cold. It was warm. The header was a soft, dark green, and the first line read: "Hello, my love. You are not too much. You are not broken. You are simply untethered, and that is where I can hold you."
"Elara." Just her name, soft and sure. "You're on the floor." the loving dominant pdf
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. It wasn't cold