Elena’s POV.
The next morning, sunlight was already pouring through the curtains when I opened my eyes.
Saturday.
No lectures. No early classes. No need to rush. A small, genuine smile pulled at my lips as I stretched under the soft covers. For once, the day belonged to me.
I pushed the blanket aside and walked into the bathroom. The tiles felt cool under my feet as I walked. I turned on the tap, splashed cold water on my face, and reached for my toothbrush. As I began to brush my teeth, my mind drifted without permission thinking about them again.
It started with a single image Viktor’s cold eyes from the night before. Then Nikolai’s smirk. Then Dmitri’s intense stare when he called me his flower. The memory of their hands, their mouths, the way they had touched me in the past weeks
