Athena went out of her bed, the soft rustle of the sheets following her as she stepped onto the cold floor.
It was late at night, and the silence of the room seemed to echo the questions racing through her mind.
The weight of her thoughts had kept her awake, and the stillness offered no comfort. Her head throbbed slightly, a subtle reminder of the strange experiences she'd endured.
She hadn't anticipated the sudden collision with a hard chest. Her nose pinched painfully at the impact. "Be careful, wife..."
The man's voice sent shivers down her spine. It was deep, and familiar, but wrapped in a tenderness she hadn't expected.
She blinked, dazed for a moment, unable to fully process the situation. This was... too familiar. Too surreal.
"Mors..." She whispered, her breath catching in her throat as she looked up into his eyes, searching for answers.
"The floor is cold," he said, his voice carrying a monotone of concern.
