- Glyndon Walton: ( Song of the chapter: Renegade by Aaryan Shah)
The first thing I felt when I woke up was warmth.
The sheets were soft, smooth against my skin, and the faint scent of flowers and expensive perfume still clung to the air.
My body ached in the best way, a deep soreness that reminded me of last night—of Kathrine, of the way she touched me, the way she claimed me like I was hers.
I stretched lazily, a small, satisfied smile pulling at my lips. For a moment, I just lay there, basking in the afterglow of it all, replaying everything in my mind.
The way she gripped the leash, the way she looked at me like she owned me, the weight of her presence pressing into me until I couldn't think about anything else.
I turned over, expecting to feel her naked body against mine. Expecting warmth, the steady rise and fall of her chest, maybe even the sleepy grumble of her voice. But when my hand met nothing but cold sheets, my stomach twisted.
