Elrien's eyes flew open to the bright sunlight streaming through the windows. For a moment, he blinked at the ceiling, trying to slow his breathing.
He felt strange, like something was chasing him even though he was lying still in bed.
Yuta.
Elrien's head snapped downward to the warmth snuggled against him. Yuta's silver hair was sprawled across the pillow, his eyes shut close and his chest rose and fell in a peaceful sleep.
Elrien's heart constricted at the sight, but it wasn't with relief, why couldn't he breathe properly?
The demon lord pressed his fingers to his temples and closed his eyes.
Did he perhaps had a nightmare?
Elrien tried to recall what the dream had been about, but no matter how hard he conjured it, there was nothing.
He only felt empty, desolate, like looking for something in a dark room and finding the space where it should be.
He felt that something was missing.
But what?
He squeezed his eyes tighter, forcing himself to think—
