It started with the smell of coffee—and something sweeter.

You stirred in bed, the warmth of the blankets hugging you tight until a faint pressure brushed against your forehead. You opened your eyes slowly, greeted by the sight of Stefan kneeling beside the bed, his hair still messy from sleep and a tray in his hands.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” he said, smiling in that way only he could—like you were the only thing that mattered in the world.

You blinked, taking in the tray. Coffee. Waffles. Strawberries shaped like little hearts. A tiny glass jar of syrup. And on the edge of the plate, a folded napkin with a doodle of a sleepy vampire and a note that said:

“Thought you deserved a perfect morning. Love, Stefan.”

You laughed softly, your fingers brushing over the paper. “Did you seriously draw yourself with fangs and bed hair?”

He shrugged, grinning. “I like to capture realism.”