The next day arrived with a gentle, golden warmth.
The morning sun filtered through the high-end crystalline windows of the Sunrise Hotel penthouse, casting long, soft shadows over the sprawling suite.
Touka opened her eyes slowly, the initial fog of sleep clearing to reveal a sight that made her heart skip a beat.
She found herself naked, lying on top of Seijirou, who was sleeping soundly beneath her, her skin felt sensitive against his, the warmth of his body radiating a sense of absolute security.
The scent of him, something clean, masculine, and inherently calming, surrounded her like a cocoon.
She blushed fiercely, the memories of the previous night flooding back in a vivid, high-definition montage of sensation and sound.
She remembered the way his eyes looked in the moonlight, the desperate strength in his hands, and the tender whispers that had finally silenced the echoes of that ghost in her mind.
She observed him, smiling softly.
