The first rays of dawn sneak into the opulent bedroom, painting the silk sheets in a warm, golden hue.
In this hazy halo of light, Aventurine is slowly awakening from a deep slumber. His multicolored eyes, usually gleaming with confidence and calculation, are now heavy with sleep, appearing dazed and languid. The collar of his pajama shirt is casually undone, revealing a glimpse of pale skin and the elegant lines of his slender frame amidst the messy sheets.
Surrounded by embroidered pillows and opulent bedding, he has momentarily shed all his cunning and facades. All that remains is his purest, most unguarded self, lost in the haze of a gilded slumber he seems reluctant to leave.
ๆธ ๆจ็็ฌฌไธ็ธท้ฝๅ ๏ผๆๆๆบ้ฒๅฅข่ฏ็่ฅๅฎค๏ผๅฐ็ตฒ็ถขๅบๅฎๆไธไบไธๅฑคๆบซๆ็้่ฒใ
ๅจ้ไธ็ๆฆๆง็ๅ ๆไธญ๏ผ็ ้ๆญฃๅพๆฒ็กไธญ็ทฉ็ทฉ้ไพใไป้ฃ้ๅนณๆ้็่่ชไฟก่็ฎ่จ็็ดซ้่ฒๅฝฉ่น็ณ๏ผๆญคๅป้ๅธถ่ๆชๆฃ็ก็็กๆ๏ผ้กฏๅพๆไบ่ฟท่ซ่ๆ ตๆถใ็ก่ข็้ ๅฃๅจไธ็ถๆ้ๆ้๏ผๆๅ ็ณ่ฌ็่่่ๆตๆขๅๆ็่บซ้ซ็ทๆขๅจๅไบ็่ขซ่คฅ้่ฅ้ฑ่ฅ็พ๏ผๅพๅๅบไธๅๆฏๅนณๆฅๆดๅ ็บ็ดฐๅช้ ็่ผชๅปใ
่ขซ่ฏ้บ็ๆ้ ญ่ๅบ็นก่ขซ่คฅๅ ๅ่๏ผไปๆซๆๅธไธไบๆๆ็ฒพๆ่ๅฝ่ฃ๏ผๅชๅฉไธๆ็ด็ฒนใๆๆ ตๆถ็ๆจกๆจฃ๏ผๅฝทๅฝฟไธๅ ดไธ้ก้ไพ็้้ไนๅคขใ