The morning sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and Enna Clark was still asleep on the round gray bed. The man next to her, holding her tightly in his arms, had already woken up.
His obsidian-like eyes carried remnants of sleep-induced confusion, softening his usual imposing demeanor. His exquisite features were striking, and his slightly pursed thin lips added a hint of stubbornness.
Baron Lawrence soon became fully awake, and his gaze gradually sharpened. However, upon seeing the serene sleeping face of the young woman, his eyes softened instantly.
He quietly got up, leaned down, and kissed Enna Clark's forehead, stepping out of bed with light movements.
Next to the bed was a bathrobe. Baron Lawrence picked it up and draped it over himself as he headed into the bathroom.
The sound of water was very low, minimizing any disturbance to the person sleeping in the bedroom.
