It was late at night, and Aengus and Bella found themselves alone in his bedroom.
Bella, having retracted her wings, now wore a revealing nightdress as she lay seductively on his bed. A playful smile danced on her lips as she watched Aengus's reaction.
"Sweetheart, why don't you come over?" she smiled, her body's soft curves and the alluring contours of her chest drawing his gaze.
Aengus narrowed his eyes, his expression hardening. "If you're sleeping there, I'm staying here," he said, his tone icy as he settled into a chair in the far corner of the room.
The Baron's mansion was small, and with new guests occupying the remaining rooms, Aengus had no other place to sleep. He resigned himself to spending the night on the chair, silently resisting Bella's persistent advances.