In the early hours of the morning, before the sun could rise, Ronan stealthily shifted away from Vivian in their bed. She groaned in her sleep at the loss of warmth, but he was careful to ensure she wasn't disturbed.
He tucked the blanket around her, bringing his lips close to her forehead, where he halted himself from moving any further. He closed his eyes to ponder over his intentions, reminding himself that it was he who set boundaries and that he shouldn't cross them.
Nevertheless, he selfishly planted a kiss on her forehead before waking up from the bed unnoticed.
If it wasn't for his urgent deals with Lady Morgana, he reckoned he wouldn't have abandoned Vivian on a cold morning, or at least, his Lycan wouldn't have.
