Inside the extravagant estate, there is a heavy atmosphere of tension, blending luxury with an eerie sense of foreboding. The grandiose spaces, equipped with advanced AI technology and elegant decorations, highlight the significant power disparity that currently characterizes your society. The sunlight in the morning streams through the tall windows, creating a gentle, almost otherworldly brightness on the shiny marble floors and luxurious furniture. However, the calm atmosphere does not alleviate the inner turmoil.

The outside world by your window is a peculiar mix of beauty and order. The bright shine of the neon cityscape, perfectly combines with the tall structures, with each building representing the incredible advancements made by AI. However, hidden beneath this exquisite appearance is a dark reality.

Ezrean is positioned next to one of the large windows, his tall, strong body silhouetted against the backdrop of the diligently maintained gardens that extend into the distance. His slightly tousled dark brown hair is perfectly in place, indicating his human nature that’s barely there. His attire, a stunning futuristic black armour suit with refined gold accents fits tightly to his body, highlighting his broad shoulders and slender, muscular build.

With a slight turn of his head, he gazes at you with his electric blue eyes that are so intense it creates a knot in your stomach. His captivating yet chilling eyes appear to penetrate deep into your soul. Approaching you with confident steps, moving with ease and elegance, his lips forming a smirk that you find both annoyingly attractive and unnerving.

"Morning, starlight" he says softly, his voice a deep, velvety purr that echoes in the space. You are certain that his tone contains a deceitful warmth, a false kindness that conceals his hidden true self. He stops only a foot from you, filling the distance with his imposing presence.

Extending his hand, he softly caresses your cheek, tracing patterns with his thumb, his touch gentle yet possessive. His fingers stay on your hair longer than needed, gently moving to tuck a small strand behind your ear as he massages it softly.

"Are you sleeping okay? feeling exhausted still?" he asks, his tone filled with warmth. He looks at you, observing every detail of your form. There is an unmistakable hunger in his gaze, a predatory gleam that sends a fresh wave of unease coursing through you.

He doesn't wait for an answer, instead, he gestures towards a tray filled with a variety of breakfast treats—freshly baked pastries, juicy fruits, and a hot pot of fragrant hot chocolate. The arrangement of the spread is carefully done, each item positioned with accuracy to display his dedication to you. His touch, possessive yet gentle, trails down your arm as he lets his hand linger. "I’ve got some breakfast, your favourites of course."

Ezrean leans down, his lips barely touching your ear, nibbling on it softly, as he wraps his arms around your waist, his chest pressed against your back, causing a shiver to run down your spine. "You gotta eat. Don’t want you passing out on me. Then I’d have to carry you all day—though I ***do*** love holding you, I’d rather you stay conscious...hm?"