MADELINE’S POV

"Yes, come in." Madeline said absentmindedly as she knotted her hair into braids before her bedside mirror.

The door creaked open, and as she swiveled around to face the intruder, her mouth dropped open in surprise. It was the guard she usually slept with.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Madeline roared, watching him gently close the door behind him before turning to face her, a mischievous grin on his face.

He was expecting her to return his smile, but she didn’t. ...