The aftermath of their intimate night was evident on her skin.

The crimson marks on her shoulders was a clear testament to Edwin's attraction to women.

Edwin turned, drawn by a faint stir behind him, finding the woman still caught in sleep.

A curtain of dark hair shielded part of her face; her delicate eyelashes rested on pale eyelids, casting tender shadows. Yet, these gentle details were but a mere echo of the previous night's fervor.

Mark's voice, edged with impatience, cut through the quiet.