In the dimly lit room, a delicate figure approached the bed.
It was Mila.
She wore a simple silk robe, tied loosely around her slender waist, revealing a glimpse of her smooth, creamy skin.
Mila's footsteps were silent as she moved across the plush carpet, her bare feet making no sound.
Reaching the bedside, she paused, her eyes lingering on Kael's relaxed form.
She knew he had endured a challenging day, and her heart softened at the sight of him, finally at rest.
With a gentle smile, Mila leaned over, her long hair cascading around her face, and began to massage Kael's temples.
Her touch was feather-light, her fingers dancing across his forehead, smoothing away the tension that had accumulated throughout the day.
Kael sighed contentedly, his body relaxing further under her skilled hands.