Inside the room, the warm yellow light gently cascaded down, creating a cozy yet slightly ambiguous atmosphere. Josephine sat astride Cyrus, her small hands wrapped around his neck, her gaze filled with mischief and anticipation.
"Cyrus, that masked gentleman is you, right?" Josephine asked softly, her voice as gentle as a spring breeze, brushing lightly against Cyrus's heart.
Just as Cyrus was about to respond, Josephine pressed two fingers against his lips. Her fingers were soft and warm, carrying a subtle yet undeniable authority.
"Don't rush to deny it. I've thought it through. That gentleman saved me from danger several times. Who else but you would have the time and ability to do such a thing?" Josephine tilted her head slightly as she spoke, her bright eyes locking onto Cyrus as
