The clock struck six in the morning as you woke up. The bed beside you felt cold—Oliver was nowhere to be seen. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you got up and decided to take a shower.

As you opened the bathroom door, you froze. In front of the mirror, Oliver was shaving, his hand gliding over his jaw to wipe away the remaining foam. He was shirtless, his well-defined muscles illuminated by the soft morning light. A black towel rested around his neck, contrasting against his slightly damp skin. His loose shorts revealed his toned legs, and the faint scent of soap lingered in the air—he had clearly just finished his shower.

Without glancing your way, Oliver noticed your presence. In a deep, calm voice, he greeted, "Morning, sleeping fairy. Did you sleep well?"