AZERION'S MANSION
Azerion was reclining comfortably in his chair, his muscular chest and well-defined abs on full display. His upper body was bare, and the intricate tattoo running from his chest to his shoulders shimmered faintly under the dim light. Without even looking at the door, he called out:
"Have one of the servants come in."
Moments later, one of the servants—a young woman—hurried inside. Her eyes were fixed on the floor, but her gaze inevitably wandered toward Azerion. The sight of his bare upper body made her freeze momentarily, her cheeks flushing bright red. She quickly lowered her eyes again, bowing even deeper to avoid looking at him.
"You summoned me, my lord?" she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.
Azerion, still gazing out the window with an indifferent expression, responded:
"My sister, Aria, will arrive shortly. Open the door for her and bring her to me."