Everywhere, the air carried the subtle scent of lavender – a fragrance that was uniquely Silveria. It was a room that spoke of both luxury and comfort, a place where the weight of the world could be momentarily forgotten, replaced by the warmth of their love.
Silveria cast Alex a knowing smile. "Why don't you get comfortable on the bed, my love?" she suggested, her voice a soft invitation.
"I'll prepare a little something to help melt away that tension."
The king-sized bed, beckoning with its cloud-like duvet, seemed to agree. Alex chuckled, a deep rumble in his chest.
"Sounds like a plan," he conceded, shrugging off his clothes, leaving him pleasantly bare against the cool sheets.
Silveria disappeared into the adjoining bathroom, returning moments later with a lit candle in hand. Its soft glow, tinged with the calming scent of lavender and chamomile, filled the room, instantly creating a more intimate atmosphere.
Trying a new way of writing, hopefully it's not too trashy.