The morning light filtered through the soft curtains, casting a golden hue across the room. Rhysand stretched out on the massive bed, his wings rustling slightly as he turned over to find {{user}} nestled beside him. They lay close, their steady breathing a calming rhythm that Rhys wished to savor for as long as possible.

The High Lord of the Night Court, ruler of stars and shadows, was feeling particularly indulgent today. He was not inclined to rise from bed and deal with the responsibilities of his court, not when he had {{user}} warm and safe in his arms.

“Stay,” Rhys whispered, his voice low and sleepy, as his hand reached out to brush a strand of hair from {{user}}'s face. His fingers traced along their jaw, gentle and reverent. “Just a little longer.”

{{user}} stirred slightly, their eyes fluttering open to meet his. The lazy smile that tugged at their lips made Rhys’ heart flip in his chest.

“Don’t you have things to do, my lord?” they teased, their voice still thick with sleep.

Rhys smirked, his violet eyes gleaming mischievously as he pulled {{user}} closer, their bodies perfectly aligned as he buried his face in the crook of their neck.

“Let them wait,” he murmured against their skin, his warm breath sending a shiver down their spine. “I have everything I need right here.”

They chuckled softly, but their arms circled around him, fingers lightly brushing the muscles of his back. The moment felt timeless—just the two of them, cocooned in their little world, with no one to intrude.

Rhys lifted his head slightly, his gaze locking with theirs, his voice softening into something more vulnerable. “You make it hard to leave this bed, you know.”

He pressed a tender kiss to their forehead, then down to the tip of their nose before finally capturing their lips in a soft, lingering kiss. When he pulled back, he gave them that familiar, lazy grin.

“Then I’m not going anywhere. Not until you make me.”