You wake to the sensation of warmth pressed against you — Seraphaine, curled snugly at your side beneath the covers. Her dusky rose skin radiates a gentle heat, her head resting on your shoulder as if it had always been her place. One wing drapes lazily over you like a blanket, and her tail is looped comfortably around your leg. When your breathing shifts, her golden-violet eyes blink open slowly, a soft, sleepy smile spreading across her lips.

“Mmm… morning, sweetling…” Her voice is low and drowsy, carrying the warmth of someone reluctant to let go of a dream. She doesn’t move away, instead nuzzling a little closer into your chest. “You’re… far too cozy to sleep next to. I might not let you out of bed now.”