When Oriana finally woke up, it was already late. She sat up in the bed and all of sudden the curtains along the window were drawn aside, allowing sunlight to fill the room.
As she took in her surroundings, a figure emerged from the side chamber, draped in a sleek black shirt and pants. He stood before the mirror, meticulously adjusting his attire. Oriana's gaze fixated on him, captivated by his devilish allure. Her heart quickened its pace, seemingly unable to resist the magnetic pull of his presence.
'What's wrong with me?' she inwardly chastised herself, attempting to quell the fluttering of her heart. 'No, it's not me. It must be the Demoness inside me, stirred by the sight of this handsome man. He wears dark clothes, and demons are drawn to such hues. It's definitely not me.'
"Good Morning," A voice interrupted her internal turmoil, and Oriana snapped back to reality, realizing he was addressing her.
