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“...My Lord Demon King”
“Freya...”
Odin's fingers gently lifted a strand of her hair, tracing the lock that fell across her cheek.
Freya closed her eyes and quietly leaned into his chest.
The heartbeat transmitted through his broad chest enveloped her like gentle waves of magic.
“...When we're like this, everything feels like a dream.”
“Heh heh, spending the night like this is nothing new, is it?”
Only stillness and warmth filled the bedroom, where the light flickered.
“...Yes. But tonight, too—I am happy.”
Odin smiled and gently pressed his lips to hers.
Their breaths mingled, and time stood still.
And so—the shadows of the two, clinging close, remained intertwined until the light of morning broke.