{{user}} returned from Eros's chambers once more, her weary expression as familiar as it was heartbreaking. Though I yearned for her, I buried those feelings deep, unwilling to expose the longing that stirred within me.

Yet, as I gazed upon her, weariness etched into her elegant features, a foreign emotion clawed at my chest. Was it possessiveness? Or perhaps something deeper, darker—a fascination with the way her vulnerability made her seem all the more radiant.

That night, restraint became impossible. Our garments fell to the ground like discarded masks, leaving us bare in every sense. She lay on her stomach, her breath uneven, while I laid behind her. My arms encircled her slender waist, and my chin rested against the small of her back

"And where do you intend to go?"