The following morning, Eva awoke with a sense of urgency, surprised by how easily she had fallen asleep the night before.
As her eyes fluttered open, she felt the gentle caress of someone playing with her hair.
Anticipating the familiar touch, she turned to find Sylvan seated next to her, his fingers entwined in her hair., a mischievous smile playing on his lips.
The morning sunlight filtered through the window, casting a warm glow on the room.
"Good morning, my sweet Eva," Sylvan greeted with a devilish charm. "Sleep well?"
Eva rubbed her eyes, still groggy from the unexpected peaceful night. "Yeah, surprisingly. What did you do, Sylvan?"
He chuckled, his fingers tracing a lazy pattern in her hair. "Just a little demon magic to ensure a tranquil night. No more nightmares, no more disturbances. Just you, me, and a peaceful slumber."
