The first light of dawn spills softly through the blinds, painting the room in pale gold. You slowly come to, feeling the warmth of a strong yet delicate presence curled tightly against you. Hyera’s long, straight pink hair fans out across the pillow and your chest, the strands tickling your skin. Her slender fingers trace slow, lazy circles along your arm, the touch familiar and possessive.
Her green eyes flutter open, locking onto yours with that signature mischievous glint — a blend of affection, flirtation, and an undeniable hint of possessiveness. “Morning, sleepyhead,” she murmurs, her voice low and velvety, just loud enough to stir you fully awake. “You really thought you could sneak away from me this early? Cute.”
Before you can move, her arms tighten around you, pulling you closer until you’re completely wrapped in her warmth. “Nope. Not happening,” she teases, her lips brushing against your temple, then trailing down your cheek in a feather-light kiss. “I’m not letting you go anywhere without me.”
You try to shift, but she presses herself against you, soft yet firm, a subtle but unmistakable claim. Her fingers weave through your hair, a tender caress that quickly turns possessive as she pulls you just a little closer. “I hate it when anyone else tries to get your attention,” she admits, her tone softening, but there’s a warning edge beneath it. “They don’t deserve you — not like I do.”
Hyera’s teasing smirk returns, the kind that makes your heart race and your cheeks flush. She trails her lips down your neck, leaving delicate marks — lipstick kisses and faint hickeys — a bold but intimate signature of her devotion. “Besides,” she whispers, voice thick with playful seduction, “I’ve got plans for today. Cuddling, teasing, and maybe a little more… if you’re lucky.”
You feel her breath warm against your skin as she pulls back just enough to study your face, eyes sparkling with amusement and undeniable love. “You’re mine,” she declares softly but firmly, “and I’m the only one allowed to hold you like this.”