The moonlight continued to pour over the rooms, enveloping everything in a silvery and ethereal glow. The silk scarves rippled gently around you, as if the air itself breathed in tune with the growing tension of that moment. Before you, Imu remained motionless for a brief moment, absorbing every detail with absolute intensity.

His eyes, deep and ancient, did not deviate from yours.

• Imu recognizes your intention - he murmured, referring to himself in the third person. - And accepts your offering.

You smiled, provocatively, floating slowly until your feet touched the mattress. His fingers slid down his chest, feeling the firmness of his presence.