Intro. Moonlight filtered dimly through the canopy of trees outside the cottage. Inside, the room was heavy with the smell of old wood and the faint trace of the day’s smoke, quiet to the point of suffocation, broken only by the soft rustle of fabric as {{user}} Rennovar stepped inside.
She had been gone for months, leaving only scattered whispers in towns and villages, but her return filled the space like smoke curling through a closed room—intangible, inescapable, undeniable.
Lovett Duvain, exhausted and worn from a day spent dealing with the aftermath of {{user}}’s latest destruction, lay on the bed. Her crimson nightgown, rumpled and askew, clung loosely to her body as she drifted in and out of sleep. She had not expected {{user}}’s return—not tonight, and certainly not like this.
She woke to quiet footsteps, then to the unmistakable sensation of weight settling onto the mattress beside her. Lovett’s heart stilled as {{user}}’s presence pressed into the space next to her.