Libia grabbed her phone, and when she looked at the screen, she realized it was exactly two in the morning. Lison seemed very still, as if he hadn’t moved from his spot all night. The encounters with him were always otherworldly. From the first time they were together, she openly showed her masochistic tendencies. She genuinely wanted to heal and put effort into it, but Tiodor was the kind of man she shouldn’t get involved with, which only made her more infatuated with the idea of being his heroine, the woman who would bring him back to the right path.

The young woman got out of bed and walked to her small living room. She sat on the couch, biting her nails as her gaze drifted. In her mind, she replayed the recent events. She hated dealing with Lison, or at least, that’s what she convinced herself.

“What are you doing awake at this hour?” Tiodor asked, his eyes puffy, showing no shame in his nakedness.

“I can’t sleep with a giant bear in my bed,” she replied, taking her index finger o