Shouka's p.o.v.
It started with warmth. Not fire—but something softer. A gentle pressure against my lips… familiar, teasing. My mind, foggy in sleep, clung to it.
Rome.
His scent was unmistakable, cologne laced with lavender and sin. His lips moved slowly against mine, coaxing, possessive, like he owned me. His fingers were buried in my hair, tugging slightly, making me gasp.
" Shouka! Wake up..."
And then, I felt a different touch. A hand sliding along my thigh, rougher, larger.
Felix.
I could hear his deep chuckle in my ear, his warm breath against my neck. "You can't stay away, can you, angel?" His voice always carried amusement, but this time it was heavier, darker... Hungrier.
I tried to speak, but Knox appeared behind me, pressing his chest to my back. His hands slipped arou
