> Content Warning: This chapter contains mild mature themes, including suggestive scenes and occasional strong language. It may not be suitable for younger readers. If you are uncomfortable with such content, please skip this chapter.
At Asher's, everything was calm. The dying flames of the fireplace cast dancing shadows on the walls.
In Miria's bedroom, the only sound was her gentle breathing.
She slept deeply, her head slightly turned, dark strands of hair slipping across the pillow.
Soft light filtered through the window, brushing her skin with a silver glow.
At the slightly open door, a figure stood still.
Asher.
He watched, leaning against the frame.
His gaze softened despite himself.
"She's asleep," he murmured with a faint smile.
But the longer he looked, the stranger the feeling became.
A warm sensation, like a wave slowly rising from his chest.
He frowned, rubbing his temples.
"What…?"
He hesitated, then pushed the door open.
The floor creaked beneath his steps.
He approached the bed, silent, almost reluctantly.
Miria stirred slightly, murmuring in her sleep.
Asher froze, heart pounding.
His hands trembled. He didn't understand why his body reacted this way.
A strange tension tightened his throat, mixing desire and unease.
He sat gently on the edge of the bed.
The air around him seemed to vibrate, as if something invisible was awakening an emotion he hadn't called.
He reached out, hesitating, barely touching the blanket.
"Miria…" he whispered.
No response.
Only the distant wind and her steady breathing filled the room. He reached again, hesitating, slipping a hand under Miria's pajamas, grazing her warm skin. She shivered lightly at the touch, but relaxed almost immediately.
Asher knew she was a deep sleeper, so one finger slowly ventured further. Miria stirred, "Ah…" she murmured, breath quickening. Asher smiled, savoring every reaction, every subtle movement. He began moving his finger slowly, relishing the way she arched against him.
Miria climaxed in her sleep, a long shiver running through her as she whispered Asher's name, panting. Asher froze, eyes wide at the sight of his still-wet fingers. A playful thought crossed his mind: So… I'm one of your fantasies…?
A conspiratorial smile curved his lips. Don't worry… he thought, I'll make your wish come true.