Elijah's POV:
The sun had already begun to set when I arrived home. The front door opened with a creak, and I made my way inside, guided by the flickering light lining the halls. The soft glow of the candles cast eerie shadows on the walls, adding to the quiet, almost sacred atmosphere of the evening. The scent of lavender and sandalwood wafted through the air, soothing yet arousing.
My lips spreaded into a smile. Someone seemed to have prepared a lot to set the mood.
My footsteps echoed through the marble floors as I entered the living room and saw Ash, passed out on the plush couch. His dark hair was tousled, and his chest rose and fell with steady breaths, the rhythmic motion almost hypnotic. The dim light accentuated the gentle rise and fall of his chest, making him look both vulnerable and enticing.
"Why is he sleeping here?" I asked, my voice a low rumble.
