Cyrus dreamed.
In his dream, he saw an extravagant room of luxury like he had never imagined before.
All was silent in an opulently decorated bedroom, but the faint, breathy sounds of something in the bed. Under the icy, strangely pink rays of the moon, that something twitched. A slender, pale arm slowly extended itself, shining a sheer pink under the mesmerising moonbeams, and the sounds of breathing slowly grew into a soft, wordless snarl.
It slid out of the bed and clumsily fell onto the floor, long limbs tangling among themselves as if it was the first time in a very long while that she had made use of them.
Yes, it was a she — a painfully beautiful, peerlessly perfect woman with flowing, silver hair and glittering, ruby eyes. Silver lashes curled against pale cheeks, and her smoul
