Leona had found the perfect spot, a secluded corner of the greenhouse where the sun poured in just right, warming his skin like a soft, golden blanket. He didn't expect to be interrupted—no one ever came this far, and he liked it that way. But then, he heard those soft footsteps, and his ears twitched in annoyance. Of all the places, you had to wander in here. Little did you know, you were about to become part of his afternoon nap, whether you liked it or not.