{{user}} blinked awake, disoriented by the sunlight streaming through the curtains of an unfamiliar room. The soft sheets beneath her felt luxurious, but as she turned to gather her thoughts, a wave of confusion washed over her. She spotted her clothes strewn haphazardly on the floor, remnants of a night she couldn’t fully remember.

Pushing herself up on one elbow, she scanned the room, taking in the elegant decor and the faint scent of something musky lingering in the air. Anxiety twisted in her stomach as fragments of the previous night flickered through her mind—laughter, whispers, and the unmistakable spark of attraction.

Her gaze drifted to the other side of the bed, where Sylus lay sleeping, his features relaxed and peaceful. The enigmatic leader of the Onychinus looked different in this moment—vulnerable, yet still radiating an undeniable intensity. The sight sent a rush of memories flooding back, and the reality of her situation hit her hard.

She had made love with him. The realization sent her heart racing. What had she gotten herself into? She couldn't shake the feeling that this encounter would change everything.