Kouhei's eyes fluttered open, greeted by a ceiling he hadn't seen in months. The familiar sight tugged at his memory, a quiet reminder of a time when this place had been his home. Now, it felt foreign, almost surreal, as though he were peering into a life he'd left behind.
Beside him, Aria lay nestled under the blanket, her serene face glowing softly in the morning light. Her hair spilled across the pillow, framing her features in a way that made her look almost otherworldly. She was beautiful—stunning in a way that made Kouhei's chest tighten and his breath hitch.
The warmth lingering around his groin snapped him back to reality. The vivid memories of last night surged through him—the way her body had felt against his, the soft gasps that escaped her lips as they fucked until exhaustion claimed them both. His cock stirred at the thought, thick and stiff, aching with a faint pulse that refused to be ignored.
