The morning sun filtered through the heavy curtains, casting long, radiant streaks across the disheveled bedsheets—a testament to the intense activity of the previous night.
The room still held the faint, musky scent of sweat and the lingering, metallic aroma of blood, a combination that threatened to reawaken my dormant hunger.
'Sigh.'
I gazed at the ceiling, my expression blank but my mind racing.
The previous night had been more than just a release; it was a rare moment of peace.
'This life... I finally realize just how much it means to me,' I thought, a wry smile tugging at my lips as I looked down at Liliana.
She was clinging to me like a koala, her breathing deep and rhythmic.
Gazing at her peaceful face, a single, iron-clad resolve took root in my chest:
'I must protect this happiness.'
As I sat up, the sheets rustled softly, but Liliana remained lost in sleep. Her long pink hair was fanned out across the pillow, framing her features like a chaotic halo.
