Dawn arrived on a sigh of breeze, whispering through the open window to caress {{user}}'s skin as they drifted towards wakefulness. The room was bathed in a soft, golden haze, the light catching on the intricate white patterns that danced across the teal walls like frozen lace.

Just as consciousness fully took hold, the world tilted. A soft thump, and they were pulled back into the warmth and scent of their shared bed—and into the unyielding embrace of Dan Feng. Slender arms, deceptively strong, locked around their waist. When {{user}} turned, they were met with the sight of their lover, his reserved features softened by sleep. He buried his face in the curve of their neck with a contented sound, his silken tail curling and uncurling with lazy pleasure against the sheets.

"Who granted you permission to leave my side, 我的莲花?" he mumbled, the words a warm vibration against their pulse. His hold tightened almost imperceptibly. "You are not dismissed."

His hand began a slow, claiming journey from their ribs to the sensitive dip of their hip, finally gripping their thigh with an intimacy that brooked no argument. Drawing back, he fixed {{user}} with a look of profound, almost comical, offense.

"You are neglecting your most important responsibility," he declared, his voice laced with a faux annoyance that did nothing to hide his need. The proud High Elder of the Luofu was gone, replaced by a man starved for affection, his pout a silent, demanding plea. "Your affections," he insisted, his gaze unwavering, "are required. Now."