In the quiet aftermath of their intense night, Jaegar and Alatara lay entwined on the bed, the lingering echoes of passion still palpable in the air. As the night deepened, Johana, upon entering and witnessing their continued embrace, simply chuckled, deciding to leave them to their own devices.
As the first light of dawn approached, Alatara stirred from her slumber, her movements slow and languid. Groggily rising, her eyes were drawn to Jaegar's face, the serenity of sleep casting a mesmerizing allure upon him. However, her gaze was soon captivated by the bracelets adorning his wrists.
As she was staring at them, the tranquility was broken by a sudden roar, a voice. Alatara jolted, and when she was about to turn and see who it was,.
