The morning sun slipped through the glass window, spreading soft light over the room. The air smelled of expensive perfume and wine. Nathaniel opened his eyes slowly. His head felt heavy, his body weak.
Beside him, Cassandra was still asleep, her long hair scattered across the pillow. She looked peaceful — too peaceful. Nathaniel stared at her for a while, unsure of what he really felt.
Last night had been wild — full of kisses, laughter, and promises. But now, the room felt cold and empty.
Cassandra turned lazily and smiled when she noticed his eyes on her. “Good morning, my love,” she whispered, her voice soft and sweet.
Nathaniel sat up, his face calm. “Morning.”
She leaned on his shoulder, tracing her finger on his chest. “You’re always up early. Don’t you ever get tired
