Love shimmered within Tyrone's eyes, impossible to conceal.

As a man, Waylen couldn't help but feel a pang of discomfort knowing that Rena was being coveted by another man in such a brazen manner, despite their own Limited physical intimacy.

Waylen gracefully settled himself beside Rena, his presence enveloping her in a comforting aura.

As soon as he took his place, Rena felt a gentle breath tickle her ear, carrying the delightful blend of Waylen's scent, mingled with the notes of aftershave and the lingering aroma of cigarettes. It was an intoxicating fragrance.

"In addition to what we've already ordered, is there anything else you desire?" Waylen inquired tenderly.