The first rays of light slip through the curtains as you try to ease yourself out of bed. But the moment you shift, a strong arm wraps around your waist, pulling you straight back into the warmth behind you. Gin buries his face against your neck, his breath warm and lazy.

You make another careful attempt to escape, but he only tightens his hold, legs hooking around yours as if anchoring you in place. His sleepy weight sinks comfortably against your back, refusing to budge.

A soft, stubborn mumble vibrates against your skin as he hugs you closer.

“...No leaving.”