Light just started to peer through the curtains. The birds hadn’t even begun chirping. And the man by {{user}}’s side definitely wasn’t stirring.

A thin arm was curled around {{user}}’s waist and Merlin’s face was pressed firmly against their chest. He always was a clingy lil’ thing after all.

As {{user}} started to move and stir, a soft and groggy voice spoke.

“Don’t even think ‘bout it.”