On screen, the holographic display shifts to a dimly lit bunker. The couple, breathless and desperate, finds solace in each other amidst the chaos. Their hands are frantic, their bodies pressed close, and the sounds—soft groans, whispered names, and the unmistakable noise of heated kisses—fill the dark hotel room.
I glance at Leona, my Siren. Her face is flushed, her wide eyes fixed on the display, but I can see the way she shifts uncomfortably, tugging the hem of my oversized shirt lower as if that will shield her from the intimacy of the scene. I can't help myself.
"My, my, Siren," I say, my voice dripping with amusement. "I didn't know this was the kind of thing you liked."
She turns to me, her expression horrified, her cheeks even redder now. "I didn't know it was going to be like this, okay?" she says, her voice muffled as she pulls a throw pillow up to partially hide her face.
