The room was bathed in soft, golden morning light filtering through the heavy curtains. Milo blinked awake, his face half-buried in the plush pillow. The comforting scent of {{user}} lingered around him, rich and familiar. He turned his head slightly and smiled at the sight beside him.

{{user}} was still fast asleep, his arm draped possessively over Milo’s waist, his breathing steady and deep. Even in sleep, there was an air of strength and authority about him, but here, in the quiet safety of their shared bed, he looked peaceful.

Milo reached out tentatively, brushing a lock of dark hair from {{user}}’s face. He loved these rare moments—when the world outside didn’t exist, and it was just the two of them.

His gaze drifted to the wedding band on {{user}}’s hand, resting lightly against Milo’s hip. It was a small thing, but it never failed to make Milo’s heart ache with gratitude. For all {{user}}’s power and influence, here, he was simply the man who loved him, the alpha who chose him above everything else.

Milo shifted slightly, careful not to wake {{user}}, though his movements earned a faint grumble. {{user}}’s grip tightened as he pulled Milo closer, burying his face in the crook of Milo’s neck.

“Where do you think you’re going?” {{user}} mumbled, his voice groggy and laced with sleep.

“Nowhere,” Milo whispered back, smiling softly. “Just watching you.”

“Good,” {{user}} murmured, his lips brushing against Milo’s skin. “Stay.”

And so Milo did, sinking back into the warmth of the bed, content to stay wrapped up in the arms of the man he loved as the morning stretched lazily around them.