Recent content by Saffia

Saffia’s lips curved faintly as she nestled closer against his chest, drawing the blanket tighter around them both. The warmth of him, the hush of the creek, had become her sanctuary, and each time she had to leave was more difficult than the last. His words pulled her gaze upward, soft and...

Saffia’s breath caught at the softness of his kisses, the way his lips lingered and promised tenderness despite the fire between them. Her fingers curled into his hair, reluctant to pull away as he pressed kisses down her throat, heat pooling low in her belly. When he spoke of the hidden...

A soft, shuddering breath slipped past her lips as his mouth chased heat along her skin, and her fingers clutched tighter at his shoulders, anchoring herself in the wildfire he’d lit within her. The scrape of his teeth dragged another whimper from her throat, her thighs tightening instinctively...

Saffia let out a breathless sound of surprise, half laugh, half gasp, as he lifted her with maddening ease and pressed her back against the nearest tree. Gods. He kissed her like a man starved of love and drowning in it all at once. Like she was the only thing anchoring him to this world and...

Gods. What was she doing here? Saffia could almost hear the voices of her elders hissing in her ears, warning her to turn back, to guard her heart, to think. But thinking had never made her feel this alive. Her heart thundered in her chest as he held her, as he looked at her that way. As he...

Saffia couldn’t help but laugh along with him, his joy infectious, rolling through her like the warm breeze that rustled the canopy above. His laughter felt like something sacred. She wanted to bottle it, carry it with her when they inevitably had to part ways. She sighed at the thought, her...

Saffia blushed, the softest pink colouring her cheeks as Aerium pressed those featherlight kisses to her knuckles. It made her want to laugh, shy and startled by how proper, how gentlemanly he could be. He was so... fancy. She managed a curtsy with a quiet chuckle. But then he looked at her...

She turned at the sound of his steps, his voice, her hand pulling from the water, droplets sliding from her fingers like liquid glass. Her dark eyes lifted to meet his, and for a moment, Saffia said nothing. She just looked at him. Truly looked. Gone was the hardened silhouette of the...

Saffia swayed with him, her hands still resting lightly against his chest, and for a moment she allowed herself to fall fully into his warmth. Into the strange quiet they shared, even as the city buzzed beyond the broken gate behind them. It felt like they were standing in the eye of a storm...

Saffia had spent her life learning how to quiet the parts of her that dared to want. Wanting was dangerous. Wanting got you noticed. Wanting got you punished. But Aerium held her like she was a wish he’d made years ago and had finally found in the flesh. He kissed her like he was afraid she...

Saffia took his hand without hesitation, her fingers slipping into his like it was something they’d done a hundred times before. She followed him quietly, heart thudding against her ribs as they stepped into the cool night air. The city seemed quieter now, gentler somehow. When he stopped and...

Saffia gave a soft, knowing smile, the kind that didn't quite reach her eyes but was genuine all the same. "Sometimes, the dreams of others weigh heavier than our own," she said gently, her spoon brushing the edge of the bowl. "But I think you already have the courage, Aerium. You just need...

Saffia swallowed, her throat tightening ever so slightly at the word witch. A word spoken so easily, so casually, and yet it held the weight of centuries of fear and fire. It was a word she had heard too often, spat like venom in the streets, screamed in the square as smoke choked the sky and...

Saffia listened in quiet understanding, watching the way his fingers curled slightly against the table, the way his voice wavered just enough to betray the weight of his grief. She had known loss, too—but not like this. Not the kind that left an echo, a hollow space where someone had once been...

Saffia listened, her spoon hovering just above her bowl as he spoke, as that impossible grin of his stretched across his face. It was contagious, that kind of joy—so simple, so genuine. She didn’t think she’d ever known someone like him before. Someone who could carry so much pain yet still find...