The morning began with blood.
Elias awoke not to the soft warmth of silken sheets or the breath of a lover against his neck—but to the glint of twin daggers hovering just inches from his throat.
A woman straddled his waist.
Another knelt by the foot of the bed, blades gleaming, eyes like liquid ruby.
They were identical—flawlessly so. Pale as marble, curves sculpted like a painter's fantasy. But it was their eyes that betrayed the truth.
They were not women.
They were weapons.
"Good morning, Lust Lord," said the one above him, her voice smooth as poison. "Did you sleep well?"
Elias didn't flinch. He didn't reach for his weapon. He merely smiled.
"Better now," he said, gaze flicking between them. "And you must be the Empress's little love letters."
The one by his feet—leaner, wirier—narrowed her eyes. "You should be dead."
> System Notification: Critical Threat Detected – Crimson Twins (S-rank Assassins).
Warning: Combat discouraged. Recommend Social Override.
