Liend stared at it, head still throbbing—though the sharper pain came from behind his cock, pulsing harder with every second.
He exhaled shakily and closed the cupboard, pushing the thought aside as he turned toward the door and opened it.
"Liend."
The voice called out—light, warm, brimming with joy.
He looked up.
There she was—Kiana—sitting calmly on a chair, peeking at him from behind the open panel of her laptop. Her lips curved into a soft smile, her eyes filled with serenity and warmth.
"You woke up soon," she said, voice casual, affectionate.
Liend didn't reply. He simply looked back at her, forcing a faint smile. His legs staggered slightly beneath him—the pain behind his cock still gnawing at him, making each step difficult.
He barely managed to cross the room before lowering himself into the chair in front of her, landing with a heavy exhale.
"The pain... woke me up," Liend said quietly.
