Drex's pov
As we finish, the maid gets up from the bed, her movements swift and efficient. She begins to get dressed, her back to me as she slips on her uniform. I watch her, my eyes taking in the curve of her spine, the way her hair falls down her back.
As she finishes dressing, she turns to me, her expression neutral. "Is there anything else I can get for you, sir?" she asks, her voice polite but distant.
I shake my head, feeling a pang of disappointment. I don't want her to leave, not yet. "No," I say, my voice rough. "That's all."
The maid nods, her eyes flicking to the door. "Very well, sir," she says. "I'll leave you to your rest."
As the maid leaves, I'm left standing in the darkness, feeling a wave of regret wash over me. What was I thinking? I ask myself, my mind reeling with
