Morning came too soon. Riven stirred, blinking against the dim light filtering through the high windows of his dorm. His muscles ached—not from battle, but from the lingering toll of last night's mana drain. Even with the Etherbloom mana potions replenishing his reserves, the exhaustion clung to his bones like an old wound.
And then there was the other issue.
A weight against his side.
A slow, warm breath ghosting over his shoulder.
Riven's gaze flicked downward.
Nyx. Sprawled across the bed like she owned it, head thrown back at an awkward angle, limbs splayed out in all directions. She had somehow managed to take up nearly all of the space, despite being half his size.
And worst of all—he had told her explicitly to sleep on the floor.
Yet here she was.
Without hesitation, Riven lifted a hand and shoved her.
With a startled yelp, Nyx flailed, the sheets tangling around her as she tumbled over the edge.
Thud.
Silence.
Then—
"…The fuck?"
