Milo’s pov
I sat alone in the living room, staring at absolutely nothing like a broken TV.
The whole mansion was quiet.
Too quiet.
Creepy-horror-movie quiet.
But my head?
LOUD.
So loud.
Like a radio stuck on one channel replaying the same moment a thousand times.
Elara.
Under me.
Breathing hard.
Hands clutching my shirt.
Legs brushing mine like she didn’t even know...