In the Melkvey household, tradition wasn’t limited to laughter and cheer.

The night was deep, but rest eluded them.
Rosvisser’s lips lightly traced the dragon markings on Leon’s chest, as though trying to interpret his emotions through touch.
Their gazes met, his dark eyes and her silver ones brimming with longing—an impending flood that neither of them could restrain.

Tonight, there were no elaborate games or playful experiments. Both of them wanted to focus solely on each other.
One might have expected their reunion, after months apart, to be filled with fervor and intensity, perhaps even some …