Vyan stirred in the middle of the night, blinking his eyes open to a world bathed in soft darkness. The faint pitter-patter reached his ears, rhythmic and soothing like a lullaby played by the sky.
He sighed softly, recognizing the familiar, gentle cadence—it must be the start of the summer rains. A half-smile formed on his lips as he let himself relax against the pillows.
Turning his head slightly, he found Iyana nestled close to him. She was fast asleep, her body curled up naturally into his side as if she had always belonged there. For a moment, he simply watched her—the way her light-colored hair fanned behind her head, the subtle rise and fall of her chest with each steady breath.
His heart warmed at the sight, and he couldn't help but smile. Holding her a little tighter, Vyan closed his eyes, hoping to drift back into the realm of dreams.
