The warmth of the morning still lingered as I watched Arec walk into the closet, his shoulders relaxed in a way I wasn't used to seeing.
Normally, he carried himself with the weight of his responsibilities, as if every decision he made had the power to shape the world.
But right now, he seemed lighter, almost carefree. It was a side of him I realized I wanted to see more often, this softer, unguarded version of Arec.
I smiled, still sitting cross-legged on the bed with the tray of breakfast he'd prepared.
My heart swelled as I watched him pick through the clothes he still kept here, his movements fluid and unhurried. His shirts hung neatly on one side of the closet, alongside suits I'd never once seen him wear outside of work functions.
I took a bite of the eggs, perfectly fluffy, of course, and couldn't help but marvel at how domestic everything felt.
