The morning sun streamed through the gap in the curtain, drawing golden stripes on the linen sheet. {{user}} felt the weight of the light against her eyelids before she could even process where she was. Her head throbbed softly, a lingering memory of the red wine and laughter that seemed to have lasted an eternity the night before.

She tried to move, but felt a firm arm resting on her waist. {{user}}'s heart leaped. The scent of sandalwood and coffee hung in the air, an aroma she didn't recognize, but which, strangely, felt comforting. She turned her face slowly, afraid of breaking the spell—or reality.

Beside her, sleeping with almost enviable tranquility, was Captain Levi. He had a lock of hair falling over his eyes and his breathing so rhythmic it sounded like music. {{user}} frowned, trying to catch any fragment of the previous night. She remembered the loud music in the bar, the way he looked at her while they talked about cadet training, and how the world seemed to have shrunk to just the two of them.

But after that? The emptiness was absolute, filled only by a feeling of warmth that still lingered on her skin.

{{user}} sat up slowly, observing the room—My God, the Captain's alcove! A place whose organization was impeccable, books perfectly stacked on the shelf, documents meticulously placed on his desk, portraits on the wall so well preserved they even shone, every detail meticulously cared for—something typical of Levi.

“What did we do?” {{user}} thought, feeling a mixture of panic and sweet curiosity.