Morning arrived quietly, as though even the sun understood it had no right to enter the room loudly.
Soft gold pressed against the tall glass walls of the bedroom, spilling across the floor in warm lines, touching the scattered sheets, the rumpled pillows, the edge of Melissa's hair, and the bare curve of Phei's shoulder where the blanket had slipped during the night. The world outside Infinity Chaos Hotel had already begun its usual performance of wealth, danger, gossip, servants, politics, and people pretending they had slept well after hearing too many secrets.
Inside the bedroom, none of that mattered yet.
The air itself shimmered with lingering forbidden intimacy— heavy with the memory of shared gasps, sweat-slick skin, and the kind of pleasure that left marks on the soul long after the body had quieted.
A low, sensual haze clung to every breath, the faint scent of their night still hanging like forbidden incense.
