Within a few minutes, the once-empty cage transformed into something disturbingly comfortable. Soft carpets covered the cold floor, dark wooden furniture filled the corners, and a large bed wrapped in silver sheets rested near the iron bars. Pale blue ghost flames floated through the air.
"Move the bed closer to the bars... mm, there. Husband likes looking outside. Otherwise, he gets bored."
Nyx's voice carried a gentle warmth as she directed her ghost servants. Her long fingers lightly pointed toward the edge of the cage while the ghosts silently obeyed, lifting the heavy bed as if it weighed nothing.
Aether stood quietly nearby, of course, illusion covering his body to avoid triggering any more of Nyx's possessive instincts.
His gaze shifted from her smiling face toward the open cage door.
The door remained completely unlocked.
It almost looked intentional.
Like she wanted him to try running.
Shouldn't she have sealed him inside already?
