Syria’s POV
The next morning, I woke up and immediately noticed the empty space beside me.
My eyes widened, and I quickly sat up in bed.
The last thing I remembered was falling asleep next to him.
He had his arms wrapped around me from behind, his breath warm against my ear as he whispered something I couldn’t quite recall now.
But he was definitely here last night.
And now… he’s gone?
My heart jumped a little. I scanned the room in confusion, about to get out of bed when the door suddenly opened.
He walked in, holding a tray.
I blinked a few times, unsure if I was still dreaming. On the tray, I saw food.
I furrowed my brows and stared at him. “You cooked that?” I asked, my voice coming out quieter than I intended.
I mean, there’s no one else in the mansion but the two of us
