Elara’s POV

It started subtly. A missed meal here, a pushed-away plate there. I didn’t notice at first. My world had become so small, so centered on the quiet, all-consuming rhythm of our new life together, that a few forgotten bites of a sandwich didn’t register. It was all a hazy, beautiful blur of our shared solitude. The sun rose and set, the city hummed its distant song, but all I truly felt was the soft weight of his head against my chest, the gentle pull of his mouth, the liquid gold that flowed from me, not in a torrent, but in a slow, steady stream. A river that was just for him.