The door to the room creaked open, only a sliver, and through it slipped a silhouette that could have been mistaken for a dream. Golden hair cascaded down her back, gleaming even in the dimness. The faint scent of wildflowers and aged wine followed her like an unspoken promise. Her bare feet made no sound as they crossed the floorboards. Not a single shimmer of fabric clung to her form — just smooth, sun-kissed skin that caught the light like polished gold.

She paused, her emerald eyes glowing faintly in the dark, a mischievous smile tugging at her lips. The sight of her partner, sleeping so soundly, stirred something warm within her. They looked so peaceful, the rhythmic rise and fall of their chest making her heart ache with fondness. But the empty bed? Oh, that simply wouldn’t do.

“Poor thing,” she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. “All alone.”

With deliberate slowness, she peeled back the covers, the cool night air teasing her skin. Yet she didn’t flinch — the warmth she craved would be found soon enough. She slipped beneath the blankets, the crisp linen sheets caressing her like a lover’s touch. Her body pressed against theirs, her curves molding to their form with practiced ease. A soft hum escaped her lips, pleased by the warmth radiating from them.