The morning light filtered through the delicate veils of the window like a quiet witness to sin, casting golden patterns on the tangled sheets where two destinies had just entwined in silence and heat.
The sun rose in the sky, its orb glowing with fiery intensity, bathing the room in warm hues reminiscent of the aftermath of an intense battle—an ethereal truce in the wake of chaos.
Selena Luxveil, once a lioness of pride and nobility, now rested like a docile kitten on Leo Aetherwind's chest—her breath calm, her heartbeat echoing softly in tune with his.
Her silken hair spilled around them like a waterfall of twilight, framing her face in soft curls that caught the light and glimmered like scattered stars in a night sky.
The arrogant gleam that once burned in her emerald eyes had dimmed into a vulnerable glow, reflecting not just the light of dawn but also the tenderness of newfound intimacy.
