Lucas leaned against the walls of the cave, his gaze fixated on Rosalind as she slept peacefully.
Rosalind, with her grayish hair cascading around her serene face, seemed to blend harmoniously with the natural elements of the cave. The soft light from the pearls above them gently caressed her features, highlighting her beauty in a subdued glow. In this rugged setting, her presence brought a touch of elegance and tranquility.
As he watched her chest rise and fall with each gentle breath, a surge of tenderness welled up within Lucas. The lines on his face softened. He liked her like this.
As tranquility enveloped the cave, Lucas's senses suddenly prickled with a subtle disturbance. A ripple of energy stirred on his left, disrupting the serene atmosphere around them.
His eyes narrowed, sharpening his focus as he instinctively shifted into a state of heightened alertness.
