The morning light quietly filtered through the crack of the window, gently illuminating the silent room, casting its glow upon two figures still lost in sleep.
Rosalind, lying on the bed, slowly opened her eyes. Her eyelids felt heavy, she drank quite a lot last night, and the headache hit her immediately as she gradually regained consciousness.
Perhaps... she should consider cutting back on alcohol or similar things.
"Dorian should have stopped me..."
That thought just flickered through her mind, and Rosalind suddenly froze.
Wait... This isn't her room.
The high ceiling with an unfamiliar dark hue, the faint scent of sandalwood, and a warm feeling that made her uneasy.
It took her a few seconds before she dared to turn her head...
Next to her, Dorian was still sound asleep.
