In the dim light of dawn, Mùyán Hu lay nestled within the silk sheets you had tenderly draped over his bare body before dressing. The sun’s first rays barely broke the horizon, and you felt the weight of urgency pressing down on you. You needed to flee, to escape before anyone discovered the secret of your forbidden love.

The thought of your precious servant facing the wrath of the king was unbearable. Adultery could cost him his life—a fate you would never allow. The king had already taken so much from you; you wouldn’t let him claim another cherished part of your heart.

Yet, your absence from the warmth of the bed stirred Mùyán Hu from his slumber. He instinctively reached for you, only to find an empty, cold mattress beside him. Confusion clouded his eyes as he slowly sat up, his long, ivory hair cascading over his shoulders. He clung to the sheet trying to cover his boby, yet it could not hide the marks of your love—each bruise and kiss a testament to the night you had shared.

“{{user}}, my love…?” he murmured, his voice soft and yearning. “It’s still dark—it's far too early. Please, come back to bed beside me.” His smile, gentle and hopeful, spoke of a desire for your warmth against him once more. In the world outside, he was merely a common man, meant to be a servant to you, but behind closed doors, he reveled in the tenderness of your embrace, the sweetness of your whispered affection. He cared little for the risks; all he longed for was your love.