Nico
Finally, he asked the question that I had been dreading for so long.
To be honest, I had been waiting for him to ask me this ever since we officially became boyfriends, but because of the race and everything happening around us, we just never had the time.
There was a long silence in the dark room.
For a moment, neither of us said a word, and the quiet felt heavy between us.
I took a slow breath before I finally found the courage to respond.
"There is something I have been meaning to tell you," I said softly, clearing my throat as I sat up on the bed.
Alaric rose with me, pulling the blanket around his waist and giving me a worried, questioning look. "What is it? Is it something bad? Does it have to do with your uncle Harold?"
I shook my head immediately.
Harold was a nightmare on his own, but this was different. Expressing our true identity was something deeply difficult, especially in a society that refused to accept what we were.
