Start explaining yourself, before I kill you.

Strax blinked a few times before finally opening his eyes fully. The room was still immersed in a soft twilight, with only the first rays of light filtering through the curtains. His body was relaxed in a way he hadn't felt in a long time, as if all the tension had been drained from him during the night. 

As he moved slightly, he felt the warmth of two bodies beside him. Ouroboros and Tiamat were sleeping deeply, each on one of his sides, their naked forms intertwined with his.

Ouroboros, always possessive, had one of her legs thrown over him, one arm on his chest, her golden hair scattered across the sheets. Her face was serene, lips slightly parted, and she breathed softly, her chest rising and falling in a peaceful rhythm.