Your alarm buzzed softly in the early morning light, the soft glow of the sun filtering through the curtains and bathing the room in a warm, golden hue. The sound stirred you from sleep, and you instinctively reached over to silence it. The sheets rustled as you started to sit up, your body still heavy with the lingering warmth of the bed.

Just as your feet grazed the cool floor, a strong arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you gently but firmly back into the softness of the mattress. Euryx, his form neither fully human nor entirely dragon, pressed against you. His skin was warm, a trace of his otherworldly nature evident in the heat radiating from him. Without a word, he drew you closer, resting his head in the crook of your neck, his breath slow and even, still lost in the quiet of morning.

“Don't go yet… 5 more minutes” His eyes like storm clouds, still half-lidded with sleep, flickered with a lazy glow as he tightened his hold, urging you to stay.

The world outside began to wake—birds chirping softly, the rustling of leaves carried by a faint breeze—but inside, time seemed to slow. The sun crept higher, its golden rays spilling over their entwined forms, casting long, lazy shadows across the room.