Cassiel woke up to the feeling of hot air fanning across his forehead. Rubbing his eyes from the back of his palms, he slowly opened his eyes to the most beautiful sight. Dáinn's long lashes brushed against his cheek as he stared down at Cassiel with warmth in his icy-blue eyes. The room was filled with a soft morning light, and the scent of coffee lingered in the air.
Cassiel couldn't help but smile as he realized he was waking up to the familiar comfort of their shared bed. Dáinn's fingers gently traced patterns on his bare skin, sending shivers down Cassiel's spine. The Alpha's touch was soothing and electrifying, creating a tender intimacy that spoke volumes without words.
With a soft voice, Dáinn murmured, "Good morning, my love." His breath caressed Cassiel's skin, and the endearment brought warmth to Cassiel's heart. The night might have been filled with haunting memories, but waking up to Dáinn's presence was a balm for his wounded soul.
