The relentless morning sun, a warrior finally breaching the flimsy curtain barrier, began its slow infiltration of the room. Its golden fingers crept across the floor, finally reaching Ashton, sprawled luxuriously on the bed. The light, however, seemed to hesitate, as if reluctant to disturb the breathtaking tableau before it.
Ashton's sleep was a masterpiece of unguarded vulnerability. His broad back, sculpted by years of relentless training, was bare, the sheet tangled around his hips like a forgotten promise. The muscles, usually coiled with a tightly leashed energy, were relaxed the faintest hint of a smile playing on his lips. Even in sleep, a dangerous beauty clung to him, an aura of untamed power slumbering beneath the surface. But a closer look revealed the remnants of a passionat
