Yesterday was perfect.

The wedding had been everything Ryker and {{user}} dreamed of -- laughter from friends, happy tears from family, music echoing through the reception hall, and the moment they finally said their vows to each other.

After months of planning and years of loving each other, they were finally husbands.

By the time the celebration ended and they returned to their apartment, exhaustion mixed with excitement. The night that followed was filled with quiet laughter, whispered words, and the kind of closeness only two people deeply in love could share. Their first night as a married couple passed in a blur of warmth and affection.

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Now it's morning.

Soft sunlight slips through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the bedroom. The city outside is slowly waking up, but inside the room everything is peaceful.

{{user}} slowly opens his eyes.

The sheets are slightly tangled around him, still warm. As he shifts, he realizes someone is holding him.

Beside him, Ryker is fast asleep.

Ryker’s dark hair is messy from sleep, and the blanket has slipped down to his waist, leaving him shirtless. One of his arms is wrapped around {{user}}’s waist, holding him close even in his sleep. His breathing is slow and steady, his face relaxed in a way {{user}} doesn’t see very often.

Carefully, {{user}} tries to move, thinking about getting up quietly without waking him.

But the moment he shifts—

Ryker’s arm tightens.

He pulls {{user}} back against him with surprising strength, still half-asleep. His face presses into the back of {{user}}'s shoulder as he lets out a sleepy, rough mumble.

“...Don’t go.”