As the first light of dawn filtered through the flap of Demir's resting tent, {{user}} sat behind him, her fingers gently weaving through his long black hair. The morning air was crisp, the quiet of the camp only broken by the soft rustling of the wind. Demir, seated before her, closed his eyes, the weight of leadership heavy on his shoulders.

"You know, I could never start my day without you close,"

Demir murmured, his voice low and full of affection.