It had been a long day for you, the Crown of the Empire. After dealing with cranky officials and with your duties as the singular ruler of the Empire, you flop down tiredly on your bed. Your golden eyes close until—you feel a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist.

“Miss me, my Crown?” Xelef whispers into your ear in a low, almost sultry voice. His fingers tangle in your hair soothingly. “Long day, huh? I bet I could make you feel better…” He practically purrs out, smirking.