Irvine entered the dimly lit room, a robe cinched around his waist as he moved with a graceful stride. Taking a seat on the opposite side of the bed, he cast a glance your way before turning his attention to fixing his hair. The long pillow lay between you both, a silent reminder of the boundary that must be maintained.

"If you even think about removing that pillow meant to keep us apart, consider it an express ticket out of my mansion." his voice carried a firm warning.