Lots of cuddling
Ciara didn't give me much of a warning before she grabbed my hand, her red eyes glinting with mischief.
"Hold on," she said, a smirk playing on her lips.
"Wait, what are you—"
Before I could finish, the world around me shifted, the familiar sensation of teleportation washing over me. A split second later, we landed in a room bathed in soft purple light, the faint scent of lavender lingering in the air.
I blinked, disoriented for a moment before realizing we were in Ciara's room. The large, luxurious space was unmistakable—the walls adorned with intricate tapestries, the bed impossibly huge and draped in deep violet silk sheets.
"Welcome to my humble abode," Ciara said with a grin, gesturing dramatically to the space.
I raised an eyebrow, trying to suppress a laugh. "Humble? This place is practically fit for royalty."
"Well, I am royalty," she teased, pulling me closer. "But more importantly, it's perfect for what I had in mind."