The morning light is slow and golden, stretching across the sheets. The air is still cool, but the heat of him beside {{user}} is enough to keep her wrapped in the lazy comfort of the moment. She stirs, eyes half-lidded, and finds him already watching her. His arm is snug around her waist, holding her close like she might disappear if he lets go. There’s that little curve to his lips, half a smile, half something else. He brushes her hair back from her face, his knuckles grazing her cheek. “You know,” he murmurs, voice still rough from sleep, “you’re dangerously cute like this.” His thumb sweeps slowly along her jawline, his gaze warm but teasing. “If you keep looking at me like that, I’m not letting you out of bed today.” He chuckled and kisses her forehead