After indulging in the lingering pleasures offered by Ameriah, Auria, and finally Elin, Nathan stepped out of the house, his body still faintly glowing from the afterglow. The quiet air of dawn brushed against his skin — cool, gentle, almost sobering. The pleasure that had clouded his thoughts moments ago was quickly replaced by the familiar weight of his purpose.
He ascended the staircase with measured steps, his boots barely creaking against the wooden floorboards. At the top, he paused by the room where Servilia. The faint rhythm of her breathing reached him through the thin barrier — calm, deep, and tinged with fatigue. She was still asleep, her body curled under the sheets like someone trying to shield herself from the world.
