Lucia woke up slowly, feeling the warmth of two bodies wrapped around her.
She could not move much because of the tight hold around her body.
She blinked, her eyes adjusting to the soft light filtering in through the curtains.
Volkan's arm was slung over her waist, his strong hand resting comfortably on her hip.
Darth's chest was pressed against her back, his steady breathing creating a gentle rhythm that made her feel safe.
She couldn't help but smile at this warmth.
The weight of their arms, the warmth of their bodies-it was something she had not expected to enjoy so much.
For someone who was so used to being on her own, waking up like this felt foreign but in a good way. She felt... protected.
It was hard to move without disturbing them, but she knew she had to.
She gently shifted, trying not to wake them, but they were holding her so tightly it was nearly impossible to wriggle free.
