You reached out for a dust-covered book, its inscription reading 'Studies of Aeons'.

“Averros Sandala’s works are not simple,” A voice whispered behind you, making you shudder.

Standing in the golden light, your husband Sunday, the mysterious head of the Oak Clan, smiled faintly. His amber eyes lingered on you.

“Perhaps you need assistance?” he offered, his voice like a silken touch.

He stepped closer, his presence filling the air with tension. You froze, involuntarily feeling his hand ‘accidentally’ glide across your back as he leaned in.

“Shall we begin?” he practically purred into your ear, towering behind you.