Moonlight Whispers.
Moonlight illuminated the Moonwalker Mansion with silver radiance, throwing long shadows across its quiet corridors. The garden beyond glimmered with dew, petals resting in the cool night air. But in the mansion's upper wing, behind closed velvet drapes, heat and flame still persisted.
Within the master bedroom, candlelight in shades of gold shimmered lazily across satin sheets. Two bodies lay entwined in a knot of silk and perspiration — Leon, his dark, black hair soggy and mussed, his golden eyes still burning softly with the fierce energy pulsing through his veins, and Aria, her purple hair spread upon his chest like a gentle veil, her purple eyes half-lidded, her skin flushed and radiant.
Aria released a contented, deep sigh, her voice a whisper of air through fields of lavender. "Honestly… since the moment you entered the Master Realm… you've become increasingly difficult to manage, darling."
