The threshold of Lyse's bedroom felt like stepping into a different world. The soft moonlight filtering through the sheer curtains cast a gentle glow across the room, illuminating the delicate details – the framed artwork on the walls, the plush rug beneath their feet, the inviting expanse of the unmade bed. It was the perfect set up.
Lyse, securely cradled in Levi's arms like a precious porcelain doll, was carried across the room. He held her as if she weighed nothing at all. His gaze was locked on hers, a silent conversation passing between them, a language spoken in the hushed intimacy of the moment that threatened to incinerate anyone within a ten foot radius.
