Soren stepped behind Riven, his breath warm against Riven's neck as he took in the scene before them. The expansive master bedroom was bathed in soft light, but it was the mirror that captivated them both—a gleaming surface that not only reflected their bodies but also the intimate moment unfolding between them.
Soren leaned in closer, kissing the delicate skin along Riven's neck, his fingers slipping beneath the soft fabric of Riven's shirt. The warmth of his touch sent shivers down Riven's spine, igniting a thrill of excitement intertwined with a sudden wave of shyness. He caught sight of their mirrored figures—Soren's confidence contrasted with his own blushing face.
"I am happy that you can see yourself in the mirrors now, but... This is..." Riven's voice trailed off, a mix of embarrassment and exhilaration lacing his words.
