Chirp… Chirp…

The delicate chirping sound of birds echoed through the morning air, weaving a soft, enchanting melody as the sky slowly shifted into a gentle, warming blue. Wisps of white clouds drifted lazily across the heavens.

Dewdrops clung to every blade of grass, glimmering and trembling, while flowers and leaves shimmered... bathed in the first blush of sunlight.

Sssrrr~

The metal shields of the windows glided back with a smooth, mechanical whisper. Early sunlight poured in, flooding the room with a rich, golden warmth that danced across every surface and chased the last shadows into the corners.

On the massive bed, tangled in sumptuous silk sheets, two figures were entwined so tightly they seemed sculpted together.

The first figure... a young man, tall and lean, frowned as the rising sunlight kissed his face. Leo's eyelids fluttered, a soft tremor running through him, stirring him from the depths of sleep.

For a moment, all was haze, the world distant...

"Hmmss…"

A low, smoky hum escaped him as he blinked, his vision clearing. He glanced outside first, seeing the sky blazing with new light.

A slow, languid smile tugged at his lips... Then he turned his head, searching for the source of the heat pressed so firmly against him.

A soft, lush weight sprawled across his bare chest... a woman's form, draped over him, her hair wild and dark, splayed across his body in a midnight halo. Her face was serene, lips parted, lashes casting faint shadows on her cheeks.

Leo's gaze softened. He watched her... so vulnerable, so beautiful, her breath whispering against his skin.

She almost looked innocent, utterly at peace. A flicker of amusement crossed his face as he noticed something strange. His thumb was trapped between her soft lips... her mouth moving slowly, suckling him in her sleep.

Leo's face twisted with awkward surprise, a flush rising to his cheeks. "She sucks my thumb while sleeping?" he thought, a little stunned, studying her delicate lips wrapped around him.

Maybe it was some deep, secret habit from childhood… or maybe just some quirk of hers, a strange comfort she carried into adulthood.

He couldn't bring himself to laugh at her for it. Still, the sight... a grown, seductive woman wrapped around him, gently sucking his thumb—was bizarre and weirdly erotic.

It made his pulse skip.

He tried, as carefully as he could, to slide his thumb free—but just then,

"Hmm~"

Azrael murmured, her brow furrowing. Her hand darted out, wrapping around his wrist and pulling him closer, her mouth sealing over his thumb. The suction intensified, tongue swirling, her lips hot and needy even in sleep.

Leo's hand trembled, a shiver crawling up his arm as he felt the wet, seductive pull of her mouth.

Leo let out a shaky sigh. "She's really trying to kill me right now," he muttered, voice low, half-laugh, half-groan.

He leaned close to her ear, his breath warm as he whispered, "Azrael… wake up, I need to go. You're going to make me lose control…"

Azrael's only answer was lips locked around his thumb, sucking him as if savouring her favourite treat. Her tongue flicked against him, warm and wet, making heat surge through his veins.

The way her body pressed to him... curves spilling against his side, her thigh sliding over his leg... left him aching!!

Leo glanced at the clock. It was still early—so early the world outside barely existed.

Well, she could rest a little longer.

With gentle fingers, he tucked her dark, silken hair behind her ear... He couldn't resist trailing his fingertips down her cheek, pausing at the lush curve of her lips as she sucked, oblivious.

The dream he'd had was still lingering in his mind, twisting reality and desire together. Since that dream, Azrael haunted him—her scent, her smile, her secrets.

Maybe that was why every touch, every breath from her, felt so electric now, so real. He felt more awake to her than ever before, as if he could feel the pulse of her heart even in his sleep.

He had never felt this way with anyone else... The sudden closeness terrified him! She felt like a piece of himself he'd been missing, found only now!!

Inside, Leo's thoughts churned, heavy with guilt and longing.

How was he supposed to explain this to his girlfriends?

Was this betrayal?

It felt like it, even if it was just a dream—he couldn't shake the sense that he had already crossed a line the moment he pressed his lips to Azrael's cheek.

Should he deserve his girlfriends?

Even though they were truthful about everything… and even harming themselves, while he was here, enjoying the arms of another woman.

He sighed again, "Maybe… I should tell them the truth and… let them decide," he murmured quietly. It felt right—better to confess, rather than hide the truth and let it fester into something darker later.

Just then, a shaft of sunlight reflected in his eyes. Leo flinched, squinting as he lifted his hand to shield himself from the blinding glare. Focusing, he saw the source... it was her phone screen, catching the morning light at just the right angle. He looked down at Azrael's sleeping face, then leaned in and gently picked up the phone from beside her.

He wasn't trying to snoop, but curious—he needed answers, needed to know for certain what had really happened.

She had unlocked her phone in front of him before, so he already knew the password. Entering it, he tapped his way into the monitoring app, the one that displayed every security camera in the house. He navigated quickly, eyes scanning for the record of last night.

On the footage, he saw the bedroom. After he'd fallen asleep, she had slipped in beside him, curling up close, before taking his hand and pulling it into her mouth.

Leo's lips twitched. "So she just… took it?" he muttered, glancing at Azrael, who even now, in her sleep, was licking his thumb. He'd thought it was just some dreamy accident, but… no, she was wide awake for that.

Shaking his head, he scrolled further back through the timeline. More footage—the scene of him entering the bathroom. He felt the need to watch it again, some part of him haunted by that memory.

The clip played: he lingered far longer than he meant to, and Azrael stormed in, yelling, banging on the door, before dragging him out by force. She changed his clothes, undressed him, then dumped him on the sofa like a stubborn child.

Leo frowned. 'So all of it… was really a dream? Damn.' He muttered, ready to close the app—when suddenly, something on the screen caught his attention. There she was, changing clothes.

Leo gulped, his heart thumping in his chest. The video zoomed in—Azrael moving with careless, seductive grace, peeling off her pants and leaving only the thin fabric of her wet panties. His throat went dry. Unconsciously, his free hand slipped from her lips as his focus narrowed completely to the screen.

She was unhurried, slow and sensual, peeling off her top with teasing wet movements, the fabric clinging to her curves. Leo's eyes locked on her chest—this was the moment, the place where fantasy and reality would either collide or shatter.

If it were all just a dream, there would be no way her body matched what he'd imagined, right?

How could he know the difference?

He knew the truth of her body etched into his memory... impossible to forget.

He watched, almost breathless, as she undid each button, one by one, then slipped her shirt off, baring her body down to just bra and underwear.

If she took off her bra, he would see... He would know everything!!

Azrael's hands reached behind her back. The slow, practised movement of her fingers unhooking her bra sent a sharp thrill through him. Leo's face moved closer to the phone, eyes hungry, desperate to see every detail, every secret she revealed. The straps slid from her shoulders, the bra barely hanging on—any second, and—

"It's exciting, isn't it?"

A sultry whisper melted into his ear.

"Yeah—"

Leo's face turned pale, a cold sweat breaking out instantly as his skin prickled with panic. His hands trembled. Slowly, he lowered the phone, dread curling in his stomach. The figure who was supposed to be lying peacefully on him was gone.

He turned his head, heart thudding, and found Azrael behind him, her silhouette framed in morning light—grinning at him with a sly, dangerous spark in her eyes.

"I-It's not what you th—" Leo tried, voice cracking, but Azrael's grin only grew wider, more devilish.

"I believe you," she purred, lips curling into a cheeky, mischievous smile. Before he could say anything else, she pressed forward, pushing him flat onto the bed. The phone slipped from his grasp.

Thud!

Azrael straddled him, her thighs pinning him down. She tossed her hair back with a flick of her wrist, the dark waves tumoring over her bare shoulders. She leaned down until her breath fanned over his face, lips brushing his skin.

"Is it more exciting to watch me in a video… or to see me right in front of you?" she whispered, her tone wickedly seductive.

She planted a slow, teasing kiss on his nose.

Leo's eyes went wide, his body betraying him, something hard and urgent stirring to life beneath her.... First thing in the morning and already he was caught in her web.

Flustered, he managed to twist away, pushing her back just enough to break free. "Raphael is waiting for me!" he blurted, scrambling off the bed and bolting out of the room before he could humiliate himself any further.

Azrael blinked, then threw her head back and laughed, "Haha… So much for control~" she teased, watching his horrified, embarrassed retreat. She shook her head, eyes glinting with delight as she reached for the discarded phone.

On the screen, the video still played—her body lay bare for the camera, every curve exposed... and there—faint but undeniable—were prints from his lips, even the faint red marks of his teeth scattered across her soft skin... and Nipples!!

Azrael smirked, her expression dripping with satisfied mischief. "I wonder… when will I get the chance to feel that again," she murmured, her voice low and sly.

She closed the phone, stretching languidly before moving to get herself ready for the day.

Soon, both of them were dressed and prepared to leave. Azrael locked the door with a sleek swipe of her keycard before heading toward the elevator, heels clicking confidently. Leo followed, dressed in his old clothes—still flushed from their encounter, still half-glancing at her, unable to banish the morning's heat from his mind.

They stepped into the elevator... For a long moment, neither spoke. Silence wrapped around them as the elevator hummed downward. Just before they reached the ground floor—

"Here." Azrael suddenly held out a card to Leo.

He blinked in surprise.

"It's my house keycard. You can come any time you like." She smiled.

Leo hesitated.

"Come on… We shared a bed, and now you're hesitating?" she teased, grabbing his hand and pressing the card into his palm.

Leo flinched, "Oi… what the hell are you saying? We just slept togeth—" He tripped over the words, feeling how strange and awkward they sounded.

Azrael's grin widened with clear satisfaction. The elevator dinged and slid open. She stepped out, chin high, hips swaying with pride and mischief.

Leo trailed after her, grumbling under his breath. He hated how she always seemed to get the upper hand—always one step ahead, always winning their little games.

They reached the parking area, light glinting off the polished metal of cars lined in neat rows. Leo spotted a slick, expensive car nearby, and watched as Azrael strode toward it.

"That's yours too?" he asked, eyebrows raised.

Azrael's lips curled into a haughty smile. "Most of them," she replied.

Leo stood stunned, eyes wide as he looked around the parking area, taking in the sight of so many fancy, gleaming cars. Sleek metal, dark glass, the sharp scent of leather and engine oil—all of it felt surreal, as if he had stumbled into a dream.

"Here."

Suddenly, something flew through the air. Reflexes kicking in, Leo snatched the object as it landed in his palm—a set of car keys.

He stared down, blinking in confusion, then glanced up at Azrael, who met his look with a gentle, sly smile.

"I want to see your driving skills," she purred, her voice low and teasing, eyes sparkling with mischief.

Leo didn't understand at first, mind lagging behind as if he couldn't quite process what she'd just said. Then it hit him.

"REALLY? You mean it?"

Seeing his shocked, almost childlike expression, Azrael laughed, "Of course. Anything for you, darl—" she began, but her words were cut off.

Leo surged forward, unable to hold back his excitement. He wrapped his arms around her in a fierce, grateful hug, pulling her close, feeling her body press against his. Without thinking, he leaned in and

~CHU~

Planted a big, warm, wet kiss right on her cheek.

"Thank you!" Leo shouted, his voice ringing with unrestrained joy as he spun away and bounded toward the car, keys jingling in his hand.

Meanwhile, Azrael stood frozen, eyes flicking between the car and her.

Car… and her!

Car… and HER!!!

"All it took was... a single car?" she muttered, her voice full of disbelief, shaking her head as if she still couldn't process how easily he had been swayed.

"Come on, Azrael!" Leo called, waving from the driver's seat, his grin wide and wild, eyes shining with excitement.

Azrael snapped out of her daze, a reluctant smile curving her lips. "This idiot," she murmured under her breath. She walked over and slid into the passenger seat beside him.

Wrrrooommmm~

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