Chapter 179 – No Breakfast
Morning came reluctantly.
Not with the usual sirens of Sovereign traffic or the ambient pulse of penthouse light panels adjusting to his mood.
No, this was softer.
Too soft.
Lux cracked one eye open and stared at a ceiling that definitely wasn't his. It was cream-colored with a glossy finish, ringed by delicate floral molding and an antique chandelier. Everything smelled faintly of aged vanilla, roses, and…
Ah.
S*x.
The sheets still held the scent of skin. Of sweat. Of Naomi.
He exhaled, slow.
Delacour mansion. Right. That's where he was.
His body, however, didn't care about geography. It cared about routine. And unfortunately for him, that routine meant he woke up at stupid o'clock every damn day—around 6:45 AM—no matter how late he went to bed, no matter how many realms he traversed, no matter how many empires tried to sue him into nonexistence.
So here he was. Awake.
Annoyingly alive.
Annoyingly… needy.
