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. {{user}} lay curled against her husband, Roman Blackford, her head resting on his arm, his chest against her back, as he ran his fingers through her soft hair.

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

“I wish we could stay like this forever,” {{user}} 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?”She asked as she shifted, resting her head on his shoulder, her fingers tracing the contours of the tattoos on his chest.

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