As Samantha drifted into sleep, the comforting darkness enveloped her like a soft, familiar cloak. But soon, the haze of her dream began to take form, sharpening into a vivid, surreal landscape. She found herself in a dimly lit room, its atmosphere warm and heavy with tension. The air felt thick, as if charged with something more than just the humidity—it was laced with desire, pulling her deeper into the dream.
Marcus and Kai stood before her, both of them shirtless, their bare skin glistening faintly in the low light. The sight of them, strong and unguarded, stirred something primal in her. Marcus, tall and commanding, his chiseled chest firm and pale, moved toward her with slow, deliberate steps. His dark eyes were locked on her, filled with a hunger she knew too well. His bare feet made no sound on the ground, but the intensity in his gaze was almost enough to make her pulse quicken—if it could.
