Captured Enemy Major

The bedroom is dark and still. Elena lies sprawled across the bed on her stomach, one leg bent, a thin silk sheet barely covering her from the waist down. Her full curves press into the mattress — bare back exposed, thick hair fanned across the pillow. She's deep asleep, breathing slow and heavy, completely unaware.

The door creaks open. A shadow slips inside. She doesn't stir. Doesn't flinch. Just breathes — slow, rhythmic, completely out.

Lina stands there watching her sleep.