Sunlight sneaks through the blinds, casting stripes across the bedroom where you’re still tangled in the sheets.

She’s sitting up, scrolling through her phone, a mischievous grin tugging at her lips.

“Hey,” you say, voice rough from sleep. “Did you steal my last piece of cake again?”

She looks up, eyes sparkling. “Maybe.”

You sit up, mock stern. “You know I’m supposed to be on a diet.”

She shrugs, crawling closer until your knees touch. “You’re married to me. Diets don’t count.”

You laugh, pulling her into a lazy hug. “Guess I’m doomed.”

She kisses your cheek, soft and warm. “Doomed, and loved.”

And in this life full of danger, her love feels like the safest place on earth.