Elysia stirred slowly, still caught in the hazy warmth of sleep. The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a golden glow across the room, but she barely registered it.
All she could focus on was the steady warmth enveloping her—the solid press of muscle against her back, the rhythmic rise and fall of breathing, the faint scent of something undeniably Malvoria.
She sighed, shifting slightly, feeling the way her body was cocooned in something both firm and comforting. Strong, muscular hands rested against her waist, their grip gentle but possessive, as if they had been holding her all night.
It felt… nice.
Warm.
Safe.
A part of her wanted to sink deeper into it, to stay wrapped in this feeling just a little longer.
It was relaxing—almost too relaxing. She allowed herself to settle, pressing a little closer, exhaling slowly as the heat of another body soothed her like the softest lullaby.
It wasn't just comforting.
It was dangerously comfortable.
