The next morning's light filters through cracked blinds, casting a soft, golden glow across the room. Rays of airy light rest against the bed, the white comforter shining with bright lines in the warm atmosphere as Ardyn wakes in a bed that's not his. His fingers twist into the familiar comforter.
A serene feeling washes over him when he takes a breath in, the scent coating the blankets he's wrapped in gently enveloping his senses. The fragrance wraps his mind in a soft haze and makes him hold onto his breath just a moment longer, but eventually, he needs to breathe. He releases and finds that it's still there, that serenity.
Memories of the night play in his mind.
The height of his heat—the intense, smoldering sensation that refused to subside as he sank into his fullest form of submi
