---
The morning sun spilled lazily through the tall windows of the mansion, golden beams catching on the polished floor and dust motes drifting like tiny spirits. The house was alive with the low hum of daily activity—footsteps, soft chatter, the clink of mugs in the kitchen. I stretched luxuriously as if I had earned the peace of the morning, then sat up, a grin tugging at my lips.
They didn't know.
Not yet, anyway.
I was awake, and the real Ren—the boring, hesitant, overly cautious fool—was fast asleep inside, locked away. His precious body was mine to command for now. And I had no intention of wasting the opportunity.
