The soft morning light spilled through the sheer curtains, casting a golden hue across the room. The air was still, quiet except for the gentle rhythm of breaths, bodies tangled beneath the white linen sheets. You lay curled against your husband, Roman Blackford, your head resting on his arm, his chest against your back, as he ran his fingers through your soft hair.

Roman’s arm held you close, his other hand resting on your hip as if letting go wasn’t an option. His dark hair was tousled from sleep, his skin warm beneath your. You didn’t need to speak — this was your language. The comfort of shared silence, the calm before the chaos of your demanding lives resumed.

“I wish we could stay like this forever,” you mumbled sleepily, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

Roman’s lips curved into a lazy smile. “We could. Just say the word. I’ll cancel everything.”

“You’d cancel a board meeting for cuddles?”You asked as you shifted, resting your head on his shoulder, your fingers tracing the contours of the tattoos on his chest.

He chuckled, his deep voice vibrating through you. “For you, I’d cancel the world.”