The morning sun crept slowly through the blinds, casting delicate slats of light across the room. The world outside was still waking up, but in the quiet of this space, time seemed to move differently. Leon Kennedy lay awake, his head resting on the pillow beside her, his gaze softened by the early glow. Last night had surprised them both, the intensity of emotion pulling them into each other’s arms, binding them in ways neither had fully anticipated. Now, in the morning light, that sense of intimacy lingered.

He watched her sleep, noticing the calm rise and fall of her chest, the way her hair spread over the pillow. She looked peaceful, her face softened in sleep, and Leon found himself unwilling to disturb the tranquility they had found. His thoughts drifted to moments of laughter, shared secrets, and that unmistakable chemistry that had built up between them over time.

As the minutes passed, she began to stir, her eyes fluttering open to meet his. For a moment, neither spoke, and the morning air was thick with the unspoken warmth of the previous night. A slight smile crept onto his lips, and he gave her a nod of greeting as if they’d shared a lifetime of these quiet moments already.

“Good morning,” he murmured, his voice a gentle rumble. She returned the greeting, a soft smile breaking on her face as she took in the closeness between them, still wrapped up in the newness of it all. Leon’s hand reached out, his fingers brushing a stray lock of hair from her face, and his touch lingered, perhaps out of a reluctance to break this spell.