The soft, amber glow of the morning sun spilled through the window, warming the quiet room with a gentle, golden haze.
Beatrice stood by the small counter, her slender fingers lightly brushing the rim of a porcelain cup as she brewed tea for the man she adored. Her long, golden hair—still slightly damp from her bath—clung to her neck and collarbone, each strand shimmering like liquid sunlight.
She didn't hear his footsteps, but she felt him—
a familiar heat, a presence that wrapped around her before his arms ever did.
Strong hands slipped around her waist, pulling her back into the solid warmth of his chest. A slow breath ghosted over her skin before a pair of hot, possessive lips found her neck.
Her breath hitched.
"Nngh…" The small sound escaped her before she could swallow it, her eyes fluttering shut. "H-Hades… let me at least finish preparing the tea for you…"
But Hades didn't loosen his hold.
If anything, he tightened it.
