The moon cast a soft glow through the curtains of Markus's room as Bella pushed open the door and walked in. Her steps were muffled by the plush carpet. She hesitated at the threshold, nerves fluttering in her stomach, but lust propelled her forward. 

Markus sat at his desk, engrossed in a thick tome, his features illuminated by the flickering candlelight. After Valeria was gone he could not help but consume himself in work to forget her. Markus had planned to spend the very night there ...