Chapter 1: EX 1. Summoning
The room was sleek, with warm wood panels, and soft ambient lighting that gave the space a golden hue.
A minimalist painting hung above the bed, its strokes subtle but expensive. The polished stone floor was softened by a thick navy rug, and a discreet screen on the wall displayed the time in gentle white text.
It was modern elegance—refined without being cold.
Lying on the queen-sized bed, tangled in silver-blue sheets, was a young man—Leon Kael.
His long white hair spilled across the pillow like silk, his face carved with such absurd perfection it could make even nuns question their vows. Or worse—men their preferences.
Without warning, his eyes snapped open. Piercing blue, cold and clear. For a second, he just stared at the ceiling.
Then, slowly, he turned to the other side of the bed but there was no one there.
Only a letter that was on top the neatly fluffed pillows.
Leon blinked once, before he reached for it.
The handwriting was unmistakable.
> "Morning, sleepyhead.