Mirella’s POV

My eyes slowly fluttered open as soft morning light slipped through the curtains and brushed across my face. I blinked lazily, still caught between sleep and awareness, then tensed when I heard the faint clicking sound of a camera shutter.

He hovered slightly above me, his phone held up as he snapped another photo. A playful smile spread across his lips when he noticed my eyes opening.

“Wh… what are you doing?” I asked, nervousness creeping into my voice as realization ...