The first light of dawn streamed through the thin curtains of the hotel room, casting a gentle glow across the space. Lucan stirred awake, blinking groggily as the sun's rays illuminated the room. He glanced at the clock on the wall, noting the early hour—just around six o'clock.
Lucan turned his head to the side and found Maris still asleep in the bed next to him. Her peaceful slumber was a picture of serenity. Her long, dark lashes rested against her pale cheeks, and her lips, slightly parted, were soft and inviting. The way her hair cascaded around her like a silken halo only added to her ethereal beauty. It was as if a master artisan had crafted her features with meticulous care, each detail perfect and harmonious.
