Morning arrived slowly, filtered by the soft light streaming through the bedroom window, scattering pale tones across the still-disheveled sheets.
Kael awoke with a heavy body, that pleasant tiredness that didn't come from battle or training, but from a night that had demanded more than just strength.
He blinked a few times, trying to organize his thoughts, until he felt the warm weight on his chest.
Eva slept soundly, completely naked, entwined around him as if it were the most natural place in the world.
Her body was relaxed, her full breasts pressed against his chest, her breathing slow and regular, her face too tranquil for someone who normally seemed always ready for the next conflict.
There was something almost unreal about that image, as if the woman who faced empires and monsters was, at that moment, just someone who needed to sleep a little longer.
