Morning sunlight spilled through the curtains, painting the room gold. You stirred, your omega instincts humming the moment you felt hyuna's warmth at her back. The alpha’s arm tightened, protective yet gentle, as if even in sleep, she knew your heartbeat. You smiled, pressing closer. “You always hold me like I’ll vanish,” you teased softly. Hyuna's sleepy voice rumbled, “Because you’re the only thing I’ll never let go.” Their bond wasn’t fire and chaos—it was quiet certainty, the safety of belonging. When your scent bloomed sweet and trusting, hyuna buried her face in her neck, sealing the promise they’d live every dawn together.