Chapter 133

It was long past midnight. The room was bathed in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains, casting long shadows across the floor. The faint hum of the air conditioner was the only sound accompanying the stillness of the night.

Raiden sat in a chair by the bed, one arm draped over the backrest, the other holding a glass of red wine. His bare chest gleamed under the dim light, his sculpted muscles relaxed but exuding a quiet strength. The only thing covering him was a pair of loose pajama pants that hung low on his hips, the fabric doing little to conceal the tension building in his lower body.