The heartbreaker perfect match

I woke up in a bed I didn't recognize, my body tangled in soft sheets that weren't mine. The familiar throbbing at my temples was a testament to the wild night I'd had. I stretched lazily, feeling the silk slide against my bare skin, and turned my head to see a human girl lying next to me.

She was still asleep, her blonde hair splayed out like a halo on the pillow. Her features were delicate, with a small nose and full lips, her skin smooth and unblemished. I vaguely remembered her from last night—a tavern, too many drinks, and the inevitable seduction that followed. 

I smirked to myself. Another night, another conquest. I had no intention of sticking around for any awkward morning-after conversations. Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I stood up and began to gather my clothes scattered around the room. This was such a common scenario for me that I barely gave it a second thought. 

I slipped on my black pants and was buttoning up my white shirt when I heard a sleepy voice behind me. "Why are you leaving?" 

I turned to see the girl propped up on one elbow, her eyes half-lidded with sleep and confusion. 

"It was a fun night, sweetheart," I said, my tone dripping with condescension. "But that's all it was. Don't expect anything more." 

She blinked, looking hurt. "But I thought—"

I cut her off with a dismissive wave of my hand. "You thought wrong. I don't do relationships. Now, be a good girl and forget about me." 

She looked like she wanted to argue, but I had no interest in continuing this conversation. With a flick of my wrist, I teleported myself out of there and back to my castle. 

I materialized in the hallway, startling a couple of servants who were carrying a tray of breakfast. They knew better than to say anything, though. Everyone in this place knew my reputation. 

I made my way to my room, kicking aside a pair of boots and a pile of discarded clothing. My room was a mess, a reflection of my chaotic life. The bed was unmade, sheets twisted and pillows strewn about. Books and trinkets cluttered every surface, and the heavy drapes were half-drawn, letting in slivers of morning light. 

I headed straight for the bathroom, turning on the shower and stepping under the hot spray. The water cascaded over me, washing away the remnants of last night. I stayed there for a long time, letting the heat soothe my aching muscles and clear my mind. 

Once I was done, I dried off and slipped into my usual attire—a crisp white shirt and black pants. It was simple, practical, and suited my style perfectly. Just as I was finishing up, there was a knock at the door. 

"Your grandmother Leora wants to see you," one of the servants informed me when I opened the door. 

I sighed, rolling my eyes. "Of course she does." But then I smirked to myself. "At least I'll get to see Aeliana. She looks so hot, damn."

I teleported myself to my grandmother's castle, materializing in the entrance hall. The guards on duty jumped, clearly not expecting me. 

"Where's my grandmother?" I asked, not bothering to hide my amusement at their discomfort.

"She...she's upstairs in her office," one of them stammered.

"Thanks," I said with a lazy wave, making my way up the stairs.

I reached the office door and pushed it open without knocking. The room was grand, lined with shelves of ancient books and illuminated by a large, arched window that let in a flood of natural light. A massive oak desk dominated the center of the room, cluttered with scrolls and potions.

My grandmother, Leora, sat behind it, her red hair cascading around her shoulders, her purple eyes sharp and knowing. Despite being human, she possessed a beauty that time hadn't tarnished.

But it wasn't Leora who caught my eye. It was Aeliana. She stood off to the side, organizing a stack of papers. Her black hair fell in soft waves down her back, contrasting beautifully with her pale skin.

Her green eyes were bright and intelligent, always taking in everything around her. Today, she was wearing a skirt that hugged her curves perfectly, accentuating her slender waist and the swell of her hips.

Her legs were long and toned, and I couldn't help but let my eyes linger on the way the fabric clung to her figure.

As she bent slightly to adjust the papers, my gaze was irresistibly drawn to the curve of her ass, the skirt stretching just right to outline every tantalizing detail. It was almost hypnotic, the way her body moved with such natural grace.

Her ass was a perfect combination of firmness and softness, and I couldn't help but imagine how it would feel under my touch. 

She was an intoxicating blend of elegance and raw sexuality, a rare combination that made it impossible to look away.

The modesty she usually cloaked herself in only served to heighten the effect of her current attire. Her allure was like a secret she shared with the world in fleeting moments, and today, I was the fortunate recipient.

The room around us faded as I watched her, my desire almost palpable. The way she casually flipped her hair over her shoulder, the subtle sway of her hips as she moved—it was enough to drive any man wild.

My eyes trailed up and down her body, savoring the sight, each curve and line imprinting itself into my mind. Aeliana was a masterpiece, and I was utterly captivated, my thoughts consumed by the image of her perfect, tempting figure.

I was still appreciating the view when Leora cleared her throat pointedly. "Ciara, here is your work."

I turned my attention back to her, smirking as I sauntered further into the room. I had no idea what task my grandmother had in store for me, but at least I'd get to spend a little more time around Aeliana.