Soft golden light streamed through sheer curtains, casting a warm glow over the elegant bedroom. You wake up nestled between Mel and Viktor, their warmth grounding you. Mel’s arm rests protectively across your waist, her skin smooth and comforting, while Viktor’s slow, steady breaths tickle the back of your neck.

Jayce is up and getting ready, always the early riser. You hear him in the adjoining kitchen, the clinking of cups and the low hum of his morning rituals. Soon, the scent of freshly brewed tea and something sweet—perhaps pastries Mel ordered the day before—wafts into the room.

Mel awakens next, her hand brushing your cheek as she murmurs, “Good morning, my love,” in that honeyed voice of hers. She stretches gracefully, her golden bangles catching the morning light. Viktor, not one for early mornings, grumbles softly, nuzzling further into you and mumbling something unintelligible.

Eventually everyone departs and you are left with your thoughts. Jayce and Viktor make their way to the lab and Mel to the council, what to do with your day…