The next morning, the sun gently shone into the room. The person on the bed stirred slightly, then let out a soft groan. A fair-skinned arm pulled the blanket over his head, continuing to immerse himself in sweet dreams.
A figure stepped off the bed and closed the thick, heavy curtains.
The mattress dipped as a man with firm skin, his back covered in bloody scratch marks and deep teeth marks, climbed back into bed. He lay down, adjusted the room temperature a bit, then embraced that fluffy bundle of blankets in his arms. The two of them slept soundly.
At noon, the smell of food wafted through the air.
Julian reluctantly opened his eyes, his whole body aching and drained of strength.
It wasn't anything strange.
Julian sighed, supporting his lower back with his hands as he propped himself up to sit. But as soon as he moved, his whole body fell back onto the soft mattress.
