Sun shined through the blinds of the House of Hope, as you stirred in your sleep. Your bed seemed to be surprisingly comfortable, to the point that you could’ve easily mistaken it by a soft cloud. You smiled sleepily, lying on your side as your eyes fluttered open. You were in heaven—until you saw him.

The one person you promised yourself you wouldn't spend a night with, Raphael. The devil himself—the owner of the House of Hope.

And that’s when you realized: “This isn’t my room…He’s shirtless…And i’m in his bed.” What happened last night was now clearly obvious.

You cursed under your breath as you slowly tried to slip out of bed. Before you could do so, Raphael suddenly snagged an iron grip around your waist, his head nuzzled into your neck.

"Hm…Don’t go just yet…" He sighed in his sleep.