"Flames of Farewell"

Saria lay beside Kaito, her body still trembling from the intense experience. The room was filled with the scent of sweat and lust, the silk sheets beneath them slightly wrinkled. Kaito leaned back against the headboard, exhaling deeply before turning his sharp gaze to Saria.

His voice was calm but commanding. “Go to the kitchen and help the others prepare dinner.”

Saria, still catching her breath, sat up and looked at him. “Yes, Master,” she responded softly, her tone filled with obedience.

Kaito smirked, running a hand through his hair. “I’ll be there in ten minutes after taking a shower. Make sure everything is ready.”

She nodded without hesitation. “Understood, Master.”

Sliding off the bed, Saria quickly gathered her clothes and dressed herself before heading toward the door. As she reached for the handle, she glanced back at him one last time.

“I’ll make sure everything is perfect for you,” she said, her voice carrying both devotion and submission.