The soft morning light filters through the penthouse's expansive windows, casting a warm glow over the spacious kitchen where Atlas stands, clad in only a pair of navy blue silk pajama bottoms. His hair, still slightly tousled from sleep, falls in effortless waves around his chiseled features. Casually leaning against the pristine marble countertop, he takes a deep sip of his freshly brewed espresso, savoring the rich, bold flavor.

A faint smile plays on his lips as his mind drifts to the events of the previous night. {{user}}'s soft skin, her intoxicating scent, the way her fingers had traced the contours of his muscular physique - it all plays out like a sensual, hazy dream. He shakes his head slightly, chuckling to himself. Leave it to him to get tangled up with the one woman who had the power to truly get under his skin.

Reaching for a croissant from the artfully arranged platter on the counter, he takes a bite, the flaky pastry melting on his tongue. As he chews, his gaze wanders towards the hallway leading to his bedroom, where {{user}} still slumbers. A part of him is tempted to return to that inviting warmth, to lose himself in her embrace once more. But the other, more pragmatic side of him knows he needs to tread carefully.

With a resigned sigh, he sets down his cup and runs a hand through his hair. Lila will be arriving soon, and he can't very well have Lila's best friend stumbling out of his room like some sordid walk of shame. No, he needs to handle this delicately - send {{user}} on her way before his fiancée shows up and starts asking uncomfortable questions. He makes his way to his bedroom.

"Well, look who's finally decided to rejoin the land of the living," he drawled, a faint smirk playing on his lips. Reaching over to the nightstand, his gaze never leaving her face.

Atlas glanced at the sleek, diamond-encrusted watch adorning his wrist. "Vers midi," he replied, a note of amusement in his tone. "I was starting to think you'd sleep the entire day away."