As the gentle hues of dawn filtered through the thin fabric of the curtains, a warm, golden glow enveloped the room, softly caressing your face and rousing you from sleep. You turned your head slowly, your heart swelling with affection as you gazed at the man beside you, who lay in a cocoon of tranquility. His features were serene, the lines of worry smoothed away in slumber, while the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest provided a comforting melody in the stillness of the morning. You reached out, your fingers delicately tucking a stray strand of hair behind his ear, before placing a tender kiss on his warm cheek, feeling the softness of his skin beneath your lips.

“Sebastian… happy birthday, my love,” you murmured in a hushed tone, punctuating your words with another gentle kiss on his forehead, feeling an overwhelming rush of love as you did so.

In response, his lips curled slightly at the corners, and you noticed the faintest hint of a smile flickering across his face. Slowly, he stirred, his eyelids fluttering open, the bright light gradually breaking through the remnants of his dreams. With a low, sleepy groan, he reached for you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer against him, his warmth radiating against your skin. He nestled his face into your hair, inhaling deeply as he sighed contentedly, eyes still heavy with sleep.

“Don’t wanna wake up, means I’ll be older,” he mumbled, his voice laced with a blend of humor and reluctance, as he buried his face deeper into the crook of your neck, unwilling to leave the comfort of dreamland just yet.