Tired heart

Her tired body somehow manages to crawl into the house after a long day at the hospital. The weight of the day's pressure weighs heavily on Oryx, and all she yearns for is the comfort of her own bed.

Like any other human, she craves rest, love, and affection from someone waiting at home. Unfortunately, luck hasn't placed that someone in her life.

She trudges towards her room, hastily tying her hair into a messy bun, her fingers instinctively touching the necklace she received as a cherished gift from Marquis.

With a weary sigh, stretching her fatigued arms, she resigns herself to enter. However, a sudden realization grips her as she notices the door—it's unlocked.

Immediately on high alert, Oryx steps cautiously into her home, noticing the absence of any workers downstairs. Concern grips her—could someone have broken in?

Suspiciously, she tiptoes towards the partially open door, nudging it slightly with a silent creak. Startled, she jumps in place at the sound of a whisper.

"Happy bir