The gentle light of morning filtered into the room, painting soft hues across the colossal bed. Clara stirred, a languid stretch rippling through her body before her eyes fluttered open. For a moment, she was disoriented, the sheer size of the bed, the unfamiliar configuration. Then, the warmth beside her, the steady beat of a heart beneath her cheek, brought everything rushing back. She was still lying on Silas's chest, his arm a soft weight around her, their bodies intimately entwined. His breathing was deep and even; he was still asleep.
Across the vast expanse of the bed, Dante and Kai lay in peaceful slumber, their presence a comforting anchor. The memory of the night before, the raw confession, the quiet, passionate intimacy with Silas while the others slept, settled over her. It wa
