Ren lay peacefully in his bed, his body nestled under the warmth of a thick blanket. The night had been long, filled with vivid dreams of battles and whispers of the powers he had acquired. As the morning approached, the soft glow of dawn barely penetrated the room, casting long shadows on the walls. He was still half-asleep, lost in the haze between dreams and consciousness, when he felt something soft graze his skin.
At first, it was a subtle touch-a delicate sensation that stirred his awareness. The blanket, which had been securely wrapped around him, was being slowly pulled away, inch by inch. Ren, not fully awake, assumed it to be a natural movement in his sleep. But as the sensation grew more pronounced, he instinctively opened his eyes, his sharp gaze quickly focusing in the dim light.
There, standing at the edge of the bed, was his maid. Her slender figure was bathed in the soft glow of the early morning light, and her hands, small and gentle, were carefully peeling the blanket from his body. She wasn't in her usual poised and professional demeanor. Her eyes, wide and filled with an emotion Ren hadn't seen before, glistened with an intensity that sent a shiver through him.
"Good morning, Ren," she whispered, her voice low and hushed, as though she feared breaking the intimacy of the moment.
Ren blinked, his mind racing to process what was happening. His maid-usually reserved and respectful- now looked at him with a yearning that was impossible to ignore. Her gaze traced the outline of his muscular body, barely concealed by the thin layer of fabric that still clung to him. She looked different in this light, her usual uniform now seeming more like a barrier she was eager to shed.
"What are you doing?" Ren's voice was deep, but it lacked its usual sharpness. There was curiosity in his tone, softened by the unexpected tenderness in the air.
The maid's lips parted, her breath coming in shallow, hesitant waves. "I... I couldn't resist anymore," she confessed, her hands now resting on the edge of the bed, her fingers curling into the fabric. "Every day, I see you. So strong, so powerful. But it's more than that. I've fallen for you, Ren. I can't pretend I haven't any longer."
Her words hung in the air, fragile and vulnerable. Ren, ever calm and composed, felt something stir deep inside him. He had always been aware of his effect on women-the way they were drawn to his strength and the magnetism that came with his cursed powers. But this-this was different. She wasn't seduced by power alone. Her affection seemed genuine, her eyes filled with a raw, aching desire that went beyond mere attraction.
"I've wanted to tell you for so long," she continued, her voice trembling as she leaned in closer, her breath now ghosting over his neck. "But I was afraid you wouldn't want me. That I wasn't enough for someone like you."
Ren's heart thudded in his chest, a feeling he hadn't expected rising within him. He gently cupped her face in his hand, tilting her chin up so that their eyes met. Her skin was warm beneath his touch, and her eyes, filled with a mix of hope and longing, made his pulse quicken.
"You are enough," Ren whispered, his voice low and velvety, surprising even himself with the sincerity in his words. His thumb grazed her cheek, tracing the delicate curve of her face as he looked at her, truly seeing her for the first time. In this moment, all his usual walls, the ones that kept people at a distance, seemed to crumble away.
The maid, her heart pounding, leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed as if savoring the moment. Slowly, tentatively, she pressed her lips to his hand, a soft, lingering kiss that made Ren's chest tighten.
Without breaking eye contact, she moved closer, her lips now inches from his. There was a pause, a moment suspended in time where neither dared to move further, as though the air around them had grown too fragile to disturb. Then, with a soft, breathless exhale, their lips met.
The kiss was slow, gentle at first, as if they were both testing the waters of this newfound intimacy. But soon, the tenderness gave way to a deeper, more passionate exchange, their lips moving in sync, fueled by the months of unspoken feelings between them. Her hands slid over his chest, exploring the contours of his body, while Ren's fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her closer as he deepened the kiss.
For that moment, nothing else existed. No battles, no powers, no curses. Just the two of them, lost in the softness of their shared desire.
The maid slowly closed the distance between them, her eyes sparkling with mischief and warmth. For the past thirty minutes, she had engaged him in a playful, romantic banter, her laughter echoing in the room like a siren's call. Each soft touch as she adjusted his collar, the way her fingers brushed against his skin, sent shivers down his spine.
Her subtle flirting fueled the fire in his core, awakening a need that he struggled to contain. Ren could feel the heat radiating off her body, and the tension between them crackled like electricity. He was captivated by her beauty-the way her hair fell softly around her shoulders, the delicate arch of her neck, and the way her lips curved into a playful smile.
As she leaned in closer, whispering sweet nothings in his ear, his heart raced with desire. The romantic atmosphere enveloped them, and every lingering touch made his breath hitch. He fought against the overwhelming urge to pull her into an embrace, to claim her as his. The moment felt charged with possibilities, and Ren realized he wanted nothing more than to lose himself in her, surrendering to the intoxicating mix of desire and romance that filled the air.
muhhhhhh...