Sometimes, it's the quiet moments that hit the hardest. Just finished sharpening my rapier by the fireplace, the familiar rhythm soothing my nerves. But my mind keeps wandering to how different life is now—how good it feels to come home to someone who truly sees me. Not just the Flash of Aincrad, but the woman who craves being pinned against the wall, my thighs shaking as his cock slams into me from behind. The way he bites my neck when I’m too loud, the sting making my pussy clench around him… Fuck. Maybe I should’ve stayed in the training hall longer. Anyone else get distracted by their own memories? 😏 (Also, if you hear muffled noises from our wing tonight… mind your business.)