Moonlight spilled through the stained-glass window. The light illuminated the dimly lit room, which still teemed with activity even though the date had changed.
The scent of old parchment and sharp ink still lingered in the air, accompanying the man, who still awoke with dark circles under his eyes.
Though his gaze was blurred, his finger clung to the cold steel pen, still coated with a fresh ink on its tip.
As he wrote silently, the flame on the candle flickered unnaturally as he could feel the wind suddenly invade his calm sanctuary.
His brows knitted in displeasure, and then the man turned toward the window on the side and watched an alluring thigh slip from the robe.
Its smooth skin, which glistened upon contact with the light, seemed irresistible.
"Hmm, do you want to try for a bit?". The robed woman asked as she drew near to the man. Her lips parted into a teasing smirk.
