The early morning sunlight streamed into the room, casting a bright glow that awakened Lucius. He opened his eyes slowly, feeling the weight of exhaustion.
As he realized it was morning, a gentle sensation and a tinkling sound on his chest made him twitch. When he attempted to move, he heard a sleepy murmur, and looking down, he discovered the source of the sound.
Lily, with her hair draped over his chest, had used him as a pillow during the night, creating a cozy nest. She was still sound asleep, her breathing barely audible.
A light smile played on his lips as he gently ran his fingers through her hair. The delicate gesture only prompted more peaceful sounds of slumber from her.
Attempting to lift his arm, he encountered unexpected resistance—she had ensnared it with an unintelligible murmur and a firm grip, using it as a makeshift pillow.
