David gently cradled Seraphina in his arms, her head nestled against his chest like a delicate cat seeking warmth and comfort. With each step toward the bed, he felt the weight of her trust, a trust she had never given to another. Gently, he laid her down on the lavish crimson sheets, the soft fabric cradling her as his presence grounded her.
In one fluid motion, David grasped the edge of his tunic, pulling it over his head, revealing the lean muscles beneath. His toned form, sculpted from the intense battles and level-up, glistened in the dim light of the chamber. Seraphina's breath hitched as her gaze roamed over him, her cheeks flushing a deep pink. She had never allowed herself to be so vulnerable with a man before, but with David, it felt different.
