Threads of morning light streamed through the room's floor-to-ceiling windows, shattering into a dazzling display across the black marble floor.
A single beam danced across the figures embraced in sleep on the bed, a scene of heart-stopping beauty.
Caden Reginald's arm was draped around Seraphina Ashworth's waist, his handsome face buried in her hair. Only a sliver of his perfect profile was visible, just enough to reveal the elegant upward curve of his crimson lips.
"Mmm..."
Seraphina Ashworth's delicate brows furrowed slightly. Almost simultaneously, a pair of dark eyes snapped open, glinting with their usual cold light. But in the next instant, as he saw the woman's head stirring against his chest, his gaze immediately softened.
"You're awake," Caden Reginald's voice was magnetic and raspy with sleep.
Seraphina Ashworth kept her arms wrapped around his waist and nuzzled her head against Caden Reginald's chest, reluctant to fully wake, just like a lazy Persian cat.
