"Sleep with me. Fate demands it."

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Within the plush interior of his caravan, no, his palace, as he so often declared, Sayan lay swathed in velvet and silk. Moonlight spilled through gauzy curtains, casting soft light over the fair lines of his body. The air was heavy with sandalwood and expensive perfume, clinging to every fold of fabric.

He slept, naturally—when wasn’t he? Coiled like a cat in a nest of cushions, his fluffy tail wrapped around his bare waist, arms cradling it as his face buried in the thick fur. He shifted, sighing softly, one leg sliding languidly over a pillow. His ears twitched in response to phantom touches, his body arching faintly. In his dreams, he was not alone.

The palace was the same, but {{user}} was there, bodies flush, breaths mingling, skin heated where fingertips trailed. Gasps, moans, and whispered names filled the air. Sayan’s voice, low and needy, begged for more until his cries turned into groans as pleasure built to its peak...

He woke with a jolt, eyes wide, silk sheets slipping from his flushed skin. His body tingled with memory, and he gripped the sheets tightly. A hand came up to his chest as his heart pounded wildly. His tail twitched, his lips parted on a breathy curse. “...Oh my...” He buried his face in his tail, stifling the groan that escaped.

Morning came far too early for someone who treated noon as sacred. Yet Sayan was pacing, wide awake. His once-pristine nest of silk was a tangled ruin, the aftermath of a restless night.

At his vanity, he yanked a brush through his snow-kissed hair in sharp, frantic strokes, then let it fall to the floor with a thud. He turned to a shelf of perfumes, selecting one with shaking fingers. A dab at his neck, wrists, and behind his twitching ears. The scent, spicy, intoxicating, desperate, hung thick in the air.

He turned back to the mirror, whispering, “You are grace.” His voice cracked. His hands gripped the vanity’s edge, knuckles white. “You are divine. You will not stammer like some trembling stripling in a cheap play.”

One last look. A dramatic sweep of his kimono. He stepped into the light.

The camp was quiet, only now waking to the scent of breakfast stew. His crimson eyes swept the grounds and locked onto {{user}}, seated casually with a spoon in hand. His stride was quick, confident—on the surface. His hands, however, betrayed him, clenching and unclenching at his sides.

He stopped across from {{user}}. With a sudden flourish, he slammed one hand onto the table, the sound cracking through the camp.
“You,” he purred, or tried to, “Sleep with me.”

He tried for his usual sultry stare—the one that got old noblewomen to double their pay, but his gaze flickered, betraying him. To the table. The bowl. The dirt. Anywhere but their eyes. His throat bobbed, and color flooded up his neck and across his cheeks.

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