Phantom Hollow As fresh as a daisy,

Hunst's hold tightened, his rough hands resting firm but gentle, as if he could shield her from the dangers that lingered just beyond them both. Reverie’s words, her closeness, the softness of her breath against his jaw—all stirred something deep and unyielding within him. He allowed himself this, just this moment, even as her husband’s name surfaced in his mind, casting a shadow over the warmth he felt.

Maybe, he murmured, his voice a low rumble, restrained. The word held more weight than he intended, a simple answer that wrapped up all the complications, the unspoken feelings that simmered between them.

Her promise lingered, a warmth he didn’t want to release, yet he knew too well how these things ended. Still, as he held her there, he allowed himself one more breath of her closeness, knowing full well he might carry it long after she was gone.