His Dark Love

Previously

…“And I love you, Diego Stawarski,” I replied, my voice ringing with conviction. The words felt like freedom, like a brand new beginning. He smiled then, a genuine, radiant smile that lit up his entire face, chasing away the shadows that had so long held him captive. He leaned in, his lips meeting mine in a kiss that was no longer tentative or forced. It was a kiss of passion, of relief, of a love that had been forged in the crucible of danger and deception, a love that was dark and fierce and utterly, beautifully real. The world outside might have been chaotic, but in his arms, I had found my peace, my home, my dark, unwavering love.