Meanwhile, back in the Nocturne Mansion, a few hours ago.
As the front door clicked softly behind Ethan,
His footsteps slowly faded down the driveway.
And with that… the house returned to silence.
As the warm rays of sunlight streamed in through the tall windows, spilling soft gold across the polished floors and velvet curtains.
The house, still basking in the afterglow of dawn, felt calm—but not for long.
The bedroom door clicked open on the second floor.
Out stepped Lilith and Seraphina, both freshly showered, their damp hair cascading gently down their shoulders.
A faint shine clung to each strand, still catching the warmth of the steam. Their bathrobes hugged their bodies with casual elegance, showing their curves without needing to show much at all.
Even dressed simply, they carried themselves like queens—calm, confident, and effortlessly radiant.
