Cassiel and Dáinn found themselves in the comforting confines of their shared room. After the ordeal they had endured in the cave and the loss of Cassiel's mother, it was a sanctuary that provided solace and a sense of belonging. The soft glow of the room's gentle lighting cast a warm ambience over them, making it an inviting space.
Dáinn gently guided Cassiel to sit beside him on their plush bed, his large hand resting on Cassiel's shoulder. The touch was tender, offering support and silent understanding. Neither needed words to express their connection; their bond spoke louder than any language.
Cassiel, leaning into the comfort of his mate's embrace, allowed a moment of vulnerability to wash over him. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, taking in the familiar scent of Dáinn. It was a scent that spoke of safety, protection, and love.
