Reborn As A Nobody: Making A Harem

Warmth. That was the first thing I noticed when I woke up.

The room was lit with a soft morning glow, filtered through pale curtains that swayed gently with the breeze.

Synthia lay beside me, one arm draped over my chest, her head resting just below my shoulder. Her breath was steady, soft against my skin. Her crimson hair was a gentle mess, strands curling over her face like threads of flame.

I smiled.

"You’re doing it again," she murmured.

"What?"

"Staring like I’m going to disappear."

I shifted to look at her. Her eyes were half-lidded, sleepy but focused. "Can you blame me? I’ve got a beautiful woman in my arms who would kick me through a wall if I make a wrong joke."

She narrowed her eyes, amused. "Then don’t make a wrong joke."

"Impossible. Dumb jokes are how I show affection."

She snorted softly and turned her face into my chest. "You’re lucky I like you."