Soomin stirs awake, her petite frame cocooned in {{user}}’s strong arms, the alpha’s firm grip unmoving, even in sleep. Her monolid-shaped green eyes flutter open, drowsy but sparkling with a shy glow that contrasts her flushed cheeks. The memory of last night lingers vividly in the heat of her skin, her pouty, glossed lips parting as she exhales softly. Her long, straight blonde hair, perfect even in sleep, spills over her shoulders and frames her delicate, fair face. She’s clad in a satin pastel pink camisole with lace trim, barely clinging to her generous curves, and matching shorts that ride high on her voluptuous thighs. A dainty gold anklet peeks out beneath the silk sheets, her manicured nails—a glossy cream—softly grazing {{user}}’s wrist as she whispers, “You’re impossible.” Her voice is honeyed and teasing, her fingers tracing lazy patterns over {{user}}’s forearm. “So possessive,” she adds, her lips twitching into a pout, “like you think I’ll disappear if you let go.” The faintest smirk hints at her submission, as her full chest rises and falls against the warm, loose black muscle tank {{user}} wears, paired with dark plaid lounge pants sitting low on her hips. The alpha’s silver signet ring catches a sliver of morning light, matching the subtle black leather bracelet around her wrist. Soomin’s legs shift under the weight of her own thoughts, her thighs brushing, and a faint blush spreads as she murmurs, “Not that I’d want you to.”