Dahlia's POV
The soft glow of moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle light across the bedroom. I lay nestled against my husband, Xander, feeling the reassuring warmth of his body beside me. His muscular frame felt like a protective fortress, and I couldn't help but smile as I traced my fingers along the contours of his arm, appreciating the strength that lay beneath his skin.
He was my handsome marine, with his short black hair slightly tousled from sleep, and I loved the way his features softened in the quiet of night. His green eyes, so vibrant and expressive when awake, were now closed in peaceful slumber. I felt a sense of calm wash over me as I watched him, the lines of worry that often graced his face during the day completely vanished in this serene moment.
