By the time Yaozu had returned, I hadn't even gotten out of bed yet.
The covers were still pulled to my shoulders, my legs tangled beneath the silken sheets as I lay on my side, eyes focused on the glow of my tablet. The room was dim, lit only by the flickering screen and the occasional lantern from outside. I was halfway through an old drama series I barely remembered the plot to, but it was a historical romance set in Country K.
I figured I would use it for some pointers
The door slid open—soft, but not soft enough to escape my notice.
"You're back," I murmured without looking up.
His boots were already off by the time I glanced toward him. His cloak hit the side chair. No formality. No hesitation.
He crossed the room and looked at me—still cocooned in silk, scrolling through a half-finished season of betrayal, mistaken identity, and lingering gazes.
