The soft glow of moonlight bathed the room, casting a gentle shimmer over Lyriana's long silver hair as she lay on top of the red velvet bedsheet. In the dim light, her delicate features looked almost ethereal—her soft pink lips slightly parted, her flawless skin covered with light sweat was practically glowing, and her crystal-blue eyes hidden beneath long, fluttering lashes looked… mesmerizing.
She was exhausted and deep in sleep, her breath soft and rhythmic, her silver hair was a tangled mess from all the tossing and turning, some strands of her hair were stuck on her face, heightening her beauty even further.
"…Nux…"
She whispered, her voice so low that one could have easily missed it, even if they had enhanced hearing.
Well…
Not Nux.
He was staring at this adorable woman with his head supported by his elbow, hearing her talk in her sleep with a big, amused grin on his face.
"…So cold…"
