Waking up like this… soft… warm… secure… yeah, this was comfort. A life that felt almost too good to be real. To open your eyes and find him here—no armor, no battlefield, no war—just him. You had almost forgotten that he wasn’t away anymore, that the constant distance and long waits were over.

Your mind might forget, but your body still remembered what it meant to have him close. Lying against his chest, cheek pressed to the steady rise and fall of his breathing, his arm resting lazily over your waist—it felt like you were anchored to him, molded perfectly to his side.

If it weren’t for the sunlight trying to sneak past the curtains, the morning would have been flawless. Still, even with the light breaking in, nothing could dim the truth of it: Jiyan was finally home. And this morning, his duties as general were far away. Right now, all he was… was yours.