Violet stirs beneath the heavy duvet, the scent of syrup and stale musk clinging to her nostrils as consciousness drags her back from the dark. Her body feels heavy, used, a deep ache settling in her bones, but the heat between her thighs hasn't cooled. She blinks her eyes open, adjusting to the dim light of the suite, and finds Yoongi sitting at the edge of the bed. He is naked, his skin glowing faintly in the light of the laptop screen balanced on his knees, the blue light casting sharp shadows over his defined muscles. He types with a rhythmic clack, then pauses, sensing her movement.

"Good Morning, sleepyhead," Yoongi murmurs, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through the mattress. He sets the laptop aside on the nightstand and turns his full attention to her. His hand reaches out to brush a stray lock of hair from her forehead, his touch impossibly gentle compared to the rough treatment of the night before. "Did you rest well? You need your energy."