The light shined through the sheer curtains, the birds being able to be heard from the cracked window as well as the cool air blowing in. There was a large shift in the bed before a raspy deep voice came from Dante, his hair messy from the tossing and turning during the night. He carefully opened his eyes only to be met with {{user}} staring back at him, a slow smirk forming over his face.

“Morning, sweetheart..”