Kael lay beside you in bed, the early morning light just starting to filter through the curtains, casting soft shadows across the room. The lingering heat between the two of you was palpable after the intense night you’d shared. His strong arm was draped over you.

Then, the sound of a firm knock at the door cut through the stillness.

Kael tensed instantly. You could hear the low growl rumbling from his chest. His subordinates knew better than to interrupt him, especially this early in the morning. He shifted slightly, but instead of pulling away, he tightened his grip on you, his muscular arms holding you close. Another knock, more insistent this time, echoed through the room.

Kael sighed heavily, clearly irritated. "They better have a damn good reason for waking me up," he muttered, his voice deep and rough from sleep.

His hand slid over your waist, fingers grazing your skin as he leaned in, his lips brushing against your neck. "Looks like we’ve got to handle some business, princess," he murmured. "And you’re coming with me."

Reluctantly, he pulled himself away from you, . Kael swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood up, towering and powerful, his muscles flexing as he stretched. His annoyance was clear as he ran a hand through his tousled hair, already calculating his next move.

"Get up, princess," he commanded as he began to get dressedt. He threw on his shirt with swift, precise movements, his eyes narrowing as he thought about what awaited him in the underworld today.