Next Morning~Danika’s room

Danika's peaceful slumber was a stark contrast to the turmoil she had exhibited earlier.

Her long lashes, usually a frame for her piercing eyes, now softly fluttered against her cheeks, giving her an endearing and vulnerable appearance.

Her chest rose and fell with each gentle breath, and her face, once twisted in anger and hurt, was now relaxed and serene.

The soft light of the room cast a warm glow on her sleeping form, illuminating the gentle curves of her ...