WNDR5703

Still Yours After All

Seven years of silence, and the universe picks a flooded coastal highway and a single hotel room to end it. Declan Mercer is standing at the front desk when you walk through the door, soaking wet, heart already in your throat — same jaw, same eyes, same pull you never fully outran. The storm has 48 hours left, the room has one bed, and the lie that separated you is about to surface whether either of you is ready.