I stood before Hadrian, just outside his chamber. Barefoot, clad only in a silk nightgown that clung to one shoulder, I met his gaze as he studied me from head to toe. His fingers closed around mine, a silent invitation to step inside, yet he hesitated just before crossing the threshold.

"I need to close the curtains," he murmured.

A slow smirk curled my lips. "No need," I countered, boldly pushing the door open myself.

His expression flickered with surprise—the same kind ...