Mikhailis woke to the damp heat of the room, the scent of sweat and intimacy lingering in the air. His body was entangled with Cerys', her head resting comfortably against his chest. Her fiery red hair was a disheveled mess, spilling across his bare skin in soft waves. He smiled faintly, running a hand through her hair as he gazed at the ceiling.
The tranquility was interrupted by a familiar voice.
Mikhailis groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. Not now, Rodion.
"Alright, let's skip that part and get straight to business," he muttered under his breath, careful not to wake Cerys.
The faint glow of his glasses activated, and Rodion's voice became more precise.
