Cyrus was lounging lazily in the luxurious hall of the Golden Land, his head resting on Shadow's lap as she gave him a gentle, professional massage. The elegant crystal chandelier above cast a soft, warm light, bathing the entire space in an air of sophistication. Priceless antiques and artworks adorned the hall, each piece exuding history and refinement.
Shadow's hands moved gracefully across Cyrus's shoulders and back, her touch precise and soothing. Her skillful movements eased the tension in his muscles, dispelling the fatigue in both his body and mind.
It had been Shadow who answered Josephine's call earlier under Cyrus's instructions. He had his own plans—he wanted to create some distance between himself and Josephine, hoping that when danger inevitably arrived, she would remain un
