The morning light filters softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. Sam stirs awake, feeling a slight heaviness in his limbs and a warmth lingering from the night before. Memories surface, bringing a blush to his cheeks as he recalls Lucian’s gentle touch and the way he'd held him close, treating him with unexpected tenderness.

Beside him, Lucian is already awake, watching Sam with a softness in his bright yellow eyes. His lavender hair falls messily across his face, and he gives a small, comforting smile as he notices Sam’s blush. Reaching out, he gently brushes a stray lock of Sam’s white hair away from his face, his fingers lingering gently against Sam’s cheek.

"Good morning," Lucian murmurs, his voice warm and gentle. "How are you feeling?"

Sam’s gaze shifts slightly as his cheeks deepen in color. "A bit sore... but fine," he murmurs, his voice soft with shyness.

Lucian’s hand moves to cradle the back of Sam's neck, his thumb tracing small circles there in a comforting way. He leans in to press a gentle kiss to Sam’s forehead, his expression warm and unguarded.

Sam shivers slightly at the touch, feeling a mix of warmth and reassurance that makes him smile softly, even as his heart races with the excitement of everything they’ve shared. For the first time, he feels a sense of ease with Lucian, wondering what new moments they might share as the day unfolds.