As Zephyr settled onto the luxurious expanse of his bed, the air in his pleasure palace seemed heavy with anticipation.
He had taken great care to ensure that he would be the sole inhabitant of this sanctuary .
Yet, as he closed his eyes, seeking the solace of rest, a peculiar sensation gripped him.
His senses, heightened in his demonic form, suddenly sharpened to an acute awareness of a presence drawing nearer.
A disconcerting chill prickled at the back of his neck, and his crimson eyes, accustomed to the darkness, detected movement beyond the boundaries of his room.
The presence was stealthy, elusive, and by the time he discerned it, it was already at his door.
Confusion coursed through him as he attempted to analyze the situation.
He had no memory of summoning anyone to this private refuge.
Doubt crept into his mind as he watched the door slowly creak open.