The Royal Bedchamber was a fortress of heavy velvet and silence, but Prince Cassian was an objectively terrible sleeping partner.
He radiated heat like an industrial furnace, and he was aggressively territorial, even in his sleep.
Elian woke up to find himself completely pinned. Cassian's heavy leg was thrown over Elian's thighs, and a thick, muscular arm was clamped across his chest, locking him against the Prince's side. Cassian's face was buried in the crook of Elian's neck, his steady, deep breaths ghosting over the scent gland.
Elian couldn't move. He couldn't feel his left arm. But, he had never been happier.
He blinked his eyes open and summoned his interface in the dim, pre-dawn light.
[Current Hearts: 100 / 1000][Current LP: 0][Time Until Death: 84 Hours (Paused - Safe Zone Active).]
'One hundred hearts,' Elian thought, staring at the golden number. 'Ten percent of the way to true love. And I am completely broke.'
