In the Melkvey household, tradition wasn’t limited to laughter and cheer.

The night was deep, but rest eluded them.
Rosvisser’s lips lightly traced the dragon markings on Leon’s chest, as though trying to interpret his emotions through touch.
Their gazes met, his dark eyes and her silver ones brimming with longing—an impending flood that neither of them could restrain.

Tonight, there were no elaborate games or playful experiments. Both of them wanted to focus solely on each other.
One might have expected their reunion, after months apart, to be filled with fervor and intensity, perhaps even some hesitation. But in the end, it was an honest and deeply intimate connection as they held each other close.

Leon’s scarred hands ran over Rosvisser’s soft, smooth skin, her touch reminiscent of a youthful maiden’s.
She adored this feeling. Only a man as wild and fierce as him could truly match her status as Dragon Queen.

At the same time, Leon wasn’t merely indulging her. He had his own needs and often issued commands that Rosvisser had to obey.
Sometimes, he would even deliberately act contrary to her expectations.
Over the years, Rosvisser had come to realize a simple truth:

Even after seven years of marriage, she could never fully conquer this man.

Yet she didn’t dislike it.
Leon had a way of navigating the fine line that both satisfied and captivated her without letting her completely dominate him.
It was on this line that he danced, tugging at her heart, keeping her entranced and unable to escape.