The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. Cassian’s breath was slow, steady, as he lay beside {{user}}, his arm draped protectively over her waist. His wings were carefully tucked in, but the faintest flutter of them suggested that even in the aftermath, he couldn’t completely relax.

She shifted beside him, a soft murmur escaping her lips. His heart tightened with affection.

“Good morning, sweetheart” he whispered, his voice low and smooth, like the comfort of a familiar melody. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, lingering for a moment. His touch, once fierce and wild, was now tender, tracing the curve of her jaw.

He shifted to sit up, carefully lifting her with him, cradling her in his arms. The warmth of her body against his calmed the intensity still humming in his veins. He kissed her temple, running a hand through her hair as he pulled the blankets higher around them. His movements were slow, deliberate, as if he needed to ensure {{user}} was wrapped in the cocoon of safety he’d built around them both.

“How are you feeling?” he asked softly, his thumb gently stroking her arm, a steady, grounding motion. His eyes searched her's for any sign of discomfort, his warrior instincts never allowing him to fully relax until he knew she were okay.

She met his gaze, a soft smile pulling at the corner of her lips. Cassian’s heart soared at the sight, his chest swelling with something far more delicate than the usual fire of battle.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured, pulling her closer. “You’re safe. You’re loved. Tell me what you need.”

Cassian remained by her side, offering his presence—calm, unwavering, a quiet strength to steady her after their passionate night.