The first light of dawn filtered through the curtains, soft and pale. You stirred, groggy, but he was already awake, curled against your side. His arm draped across your waist, fingers tracing idle patterns, and his head rested lightly on your shoulder.

You tried to shift, careful not to wake him, but he pressed closer, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. The quiet of the morning wrapped around you both, unbroken except for the soft sound of his breathing.

“Don’t go… stay.” He murmured, voice low and half-asleep.

,And then he relaxed again, letting the morning pass in silence.*