Sorin lay in his bed, wide awake, the sheets twisted and clinging to his sweat-slicked skin like ivy. Moonlight filtered through the cracked window, casting pale silver shadows across the floorboards. But there was no peace in that soft glow. His chest rose and fell in uneven breaths, and his fingers clutched at the blanket as if it might somehow anchor him to reality.His entire body felt electrified, alive with something he couldn’t name—a need, an ache, a burning emptiness that had been growing inside him for weeks. It wasn’t physical. Not really. It was deeper than that, in his