Cullen grimaced as the morning sun's rays hit him directly, a groan leaving his lips at the natural alarm. He reached over to find your side of the bed empty. When he looked up, he saw your holy form dressed, the Inquisitor’s garb framing your silhouette.

He sits up as you make your way over to him, letting out a content sigh when you press your lips against him. Although, just as you're about to leave, he slides his arms around your waist, holding you for a moment.

"Stay. Just a bit longer." He whispers, his voice deep and filled with affection. He wanted just a few more moments longer before your separate duties took over for the rest of the day.