The morning after their victory over Vincenzo dawned with an uncharacteristic stillness. For the first time in what felt like forever, the mansion was calm. The air was not thick with tension or fear, but with a sense of renewal and possibility. Krissan and Deyonjay awoke in each other's arms, the events of the previous night still fresh in their minds.
Krissan turned to Deyonjay, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest. "What now?" she asked softly, her eyes searching his.
Deyonjay sighed, his expression thoughtful. "Now, we rebuild. We consolidate our power and ensure no one can threaten us again. But first, we need to address our men and show them the strength of our leadership."
Krissan nodded, feeling the weight of her responsibilities. "We should hold a meeting. Lay out our
