Mikhailis blinked awake, the room bathed in the soft orange hues of dawn filtering through the cracked wooden shutters. The weight on his chest brought an amused smile to his lips. Cerys was still asleep, her fiery red hair splayed out like a silken curtain against his bare skin. Her breathing was steady, her face peaceful in slumber, a stark contrast to her usual stoic demeanor.
He reached out, brushing a loose strand of hair away from her cheek. The slight motion made her stir, her brow furrowing slightly before her green eyes fluttered open. She blinked a few times, her sleepy gaze meeting his. For a moment, neither of them spoke, the quiet intimacy of the morning wrapping around them like a cocoon.
"You're staring," she murmured, her voice husky with sleep.
"Of course I am," he replied with a grin.
"It's not every day I wake up with the Lone Wolf using me as a mattress."
Cerys' lips twitched in a faint smile.
