Morning Bliss in Tent.
The initial golden rays of sunrise stretched across the big skies of Galvia, their gentle touch creeping past fluttering tent flaps, bringing with it a soft light to the luxurious interior. Outside, the wind whispered softly, bringing with it the rich smell of dew-drenched grass, but within Leon's improvised tent, a much different type of warmth flourished.
A rich silk bed was rumpled in the middle of the tent, the bedding bunched in a sensual heap. On it lay a scene as wicked as it was peaceful.
Leon, bare-chested, his chiseled chest rising and falling in slow, even breaths, was at the middle of the bed. His untidy black locks cascaded over the pillow like a tempest spent after its destruction. Black trousers were the only garment left on his lower half, and they failed to conceal his chiseled physique. His golden eyes remained closed, still immersed in the haze of sleep, as if not wanting to come back from dreams'-filled landscapes.
