Ren stood calmly by the edge of his dorm bed. His silver hair clung to his forehead, no longer damp with the sweat of battle.
His clothes were torn and stained with the crimson of his own blood and that of his opponent.
Lia's gaze lingered on his bruised form, her emerald eyes filled with concern and embarrassment.
Her cheeks were colored a rosy pink, making her look even more gorgeous.
Ren had never seen anyone as adorable as she was at that moment, especially when she leaned in closer, her voluptuous body pressing against him.
With a smirk that hinted at the mischief brewing in her mind, she playfully poked his chest. "You know, for someone who just got their butt kicked, you're pretty confident right now."
Her words danced with a teasing lilt, and she couldn't help but admire the way the muscles beneath his torn shirt rippled in response to her touch.
