Daemon stepped quietly into the darkened room, his eyes immediately landing on Aurora's sleeping form.
She looked peaceful, her body curled up on one side, completely unaware of his presence.
He stood there for a moment, watching her in a way that felt a little too intense.
His gaze lingered on her face, soft in the moonlight, and something inside him tightened.
The soft glow illuminated Aurora's form, and for a moment, he stood still, taking her in.
His eyes roamed over her alluring figure, the silky fabric of her nightgown clinging to her skin in a way that both captivated and stirred something primal within him.
The moonlight highlighted her delicate features, her lips slightly parted as she slept, oblivious to the intensity of his gaze.
She looked peaceful, but to him, she was also vulnerable, and that drove him to a fierce protectiveness.
Daemon watched as her chest rose and fell in a rhythmic pattern.
