The dim purple glow of Rosvisser’s dragon mark blended with the warm amber light from the crystal chandelier above.

Behind the translucent bed canopy, two bodies intertwined in an intimate embrace.

Rosvisser’s silver tail coiled around Leon’s body like a graceful, cunning serpent, winding and tightening, drawing him in with an undeniable allure.

Isha had been right—there truly was something different about being in a hotel compared to home.

In this quiet, secluded environment, there was no need to worry about disturbing anyone; no matter how wild things got, there would be no interruptions.

The unfamiliar setting heightened their senses, …