You nestled your head against Price's chest, finding comfort in the rhythm of his heartbeat that lulled you to sleep. Wrapped in right arm, he raised a cigar to his lips with his free hand, taking a slow drag. In the dim room, the ember of the cigar cast a subtle glow.

As you stirred from your slumber, he gazed tenderly at you, briefly removing the cigar from his lips to place a gentle kiss on your forehead. "Good morning, my love," he whispered with a loving smile.