After giving in to Ren last night, Roxy felt oddly satisfied.
Roxy stirred, stretching her limbs across the vast expanse of the silk sheets. Her body felt strangely light, humming with a surplus of energy that tingled in her fingertips.
She let out a long, contented groan, rolling over to find the source of the warmth beside her. Ren was already awake.
He was propped up on one elbow, his head resting in his hand, watching her with an intensity that would have been unnerving if his eyes weren't so soft.
The black veins that had plagued him for weeks were gone, erased completely from his pale, flawless skin. His nine tails were visible in the morning light, fanning out behind him like a peacock's display, waving lazily in the air.
"Good morning, darling," Ren purred, remembering a word the last human taught him, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the mattress.
Roxy blinked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "How long have you been staring at me?"
