Tempting Davian

The soft sound of knocking barely registered in Grace's sleep-hazed mind. She stirred slightly, shifting closer to the warmth enveloping her from behind.

Rune's arm tightened around her waist, pulling her snugly against his chest. His lips ghosted along the back of her neck in a lazy, affectionate gesture.

"Come in," he murmured, his voice thick with sleep.

The door creaked open, allowing the faint scent of morning tea and fresh bread to drift in. Someone stepped inside, and the room was instantly flooded with bright light as the switch was flipped.

And the very next second, the sound of a sharp inhale echoed in the now-illuminated room.

Grace barely reacted as she was still drifting in the comfortable haze of sleep. It had been a while since she got to sleep this carelessly. Considering the situation of the current world, she had always been on high alert even though her apartment was well-protected.