Meeting about the demon

Gently stirring, I feel the warmth of Zephara's embrace enveloping me like a protective shield. Slowly, I blink my eyes open, greeted by the soft glow of morning light filtering through the curtains. A serene calm washes over me as I realize where I am—in the arms of the demon I have grown to love.

With a tender smile, I press a gentle kiss to Zephara's forehead before carefully extricating myself from the bed. I stretch languidly, relishing in the sensation of my muscles awakening after a restful night's sleep. As I stand, I can't help but admire the peaceful expression gracing Zephara's features, my heart swelling with affection.