Capítulo 252: THE PERFECT BOND

DRUSILLA'S POV

The moon hung heavy in the sky, its silvery light casting long shadows across the clearing where I stood with my mate Christian Sith. The night air was cool and crisp, a stark contrast to the warmth that radiated between us at the edge of Sith Mountain, a path that led to the forest. Our conversation was hushed, intimate, as if speaking too loudly might shatter the fragile, electric bubble that enveloped us. I looked up at him, trying to read the depth of his gaze. His eyes, a deep crimson, seemed to flicker with a mix of curiosity and something deeper—an emotion I couldn't quite pin down. I could feel the pulse of his presence, the intensity of his being, and it stirred a complex array of feelings within me.

"Christian," I began, my voice soft but steady, "there's something we need to discuss."

He tilted his head slightly, his expression one of guarded intrigue. " Yes, my love" His voice was smooth like velvet sliding across my skin.