Lady Maris lay in her bed, eyes wide open, staring at the ornate ceiling of her guest room. The luxurious surroundings offered no comfort, and the night seemed to stretch on endlessly. She had tossed and turned, but sleep remained elusive, her thoughts consumed by the image of Seiji. His tall, well-built figure and handsome features had made an impression that she couldn't shake. She could still feel the heat of the brief kiss she'd stolen in his sleep, her heart fluttering at the memory.
Maris had attended many parties and encountered many charming, handsome men, yet none had stirred such a response in her. She had always been loyal to her husband, accepting his frequent absences due to his duties, and had never entertained the idea of infidelity. But tonight was different. Something about Seiji had captured her attention in a way she couldn't explain. It was as if he had awakened a desire in her that she hadn't known existed.