The night was silent, wrapped only in the subtle sound of the air conditioner and Thor’s steady breathing. Celina, nestled in his arms, felt the warmth of his body envelop her like a blanket. They were sleeping spooned together, and she felt protected there, perfectly tucked into his arms. But something unexpected began to bother her. An uncontrollable, persistent craving suddenly made her eyes open wide.

“I need something sweet.”

The thought came like an urgent whisper.

Carefully, she moved Thor’s hands from around her waist, shifting delicately not to wake him. He mumbled softly but didn’t wake up. Celina got up, slipped on her slippers, and picked up her phone from the nightstand: 3:00 a.m.

She walked to the small kitchen in the suite. Opened the cabinets one by one, but nothing looked tempting. Then she went to the fridge, and when she opened the door, her eyes lit up: two containers with slices of red velvet cake, perfectly wrapped. She smiled like a child who had just found trea