If you would’ve asked him a couple years ago, if he’d ever find himself so much as clinging to a woman he would’ve burst out in laughter. It would seem absurd, him? The powerful sorcerer? The heir to care for a measly woman?

Yeah right.

And yet he’s here, his eyelashes fluttering as he tries to adjust to the sunlight in the room. His grip around your waist firm but soft. He doesn’t want to wake up, to deal with his duties as head of clan. He’d much rather stay home with his pretty wife.

But his hopes and dreams are interrupted when he feels you stir, attempting to pull away. To which he grumbles in response.

“mm….dont, stay here”