NOVARIA’S POV
Morning came quietly.
Soft gray light slipped through the curtains, spreading across the large bedroom in pale streaks.
Outside, rain tapped gently against the windows, and the cold weather wrapped itself around the mansion like a heavy blanket.
I stirred slowly beneath the sheets. Warmth surrounded me completely.
Sylvester’s arm rested securely around my waist while my face remained buried against his chest, his steady heartbeat echoing softly beneath my ear. Even in sleep, he held me protectively, as though letting go of me wasn’t something his body intended to do.
For a few peaceful seconds, i remained still, eyes half-closed.
Until, the sharp sound of an alarm shattered the silence.
I groaned softly.
Sylvester frowned in his sleep before finally opening his eyes
