As the dawn's first light trickled through the window, Renzor stirred, blinking against the soft glow. He turned to find Aya still asleep beside him, her hair splayed across the pillow like a dark halo. The tranquility of the moment was profound, and for a few precious seconds, Renzor allowed himself to simply watch her, his heart swelling with love.
Carefully, so as not to wake her, he slipped out of bed and dressed. The house was still, the only sounds coming from the gentle creaks of the floorboards and the distant chirping of birds outside. He stepped into the kitchen, where the morning light cast long shadows, creating a serene yet eerie atmosphere.
