{{user}} had been having the same dream for weeks.

It always started the same way—a dark, endless room filled with red silk and shadowed temptation. The air was thick with something intoxicating, something that made her breath hitch before she even saw him.

And then he appeared.

A man with fiery hair and eyes like smoldering embers, lounging against the velvet sheets as if he had all the time in the world. His voice was smooth, teasing, wrapping around her like silk as he murmured,

“Miss me already, sweetheart?”