Mikhailis stirred, the world a soft, warm haze as he slowly returned to consciousness. His senses awoke one by one—the sweet scent of lavender mixed with a faint trace of sweat, the gentle weight pressing against his chest, and the silky softness brushing against his skin. He blinked, his eyes adjusting to the dim light of the room. Warm, golden rays slipped through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the bed.
His gaze drifted downward, and his heart skipped a beat.
