Elena's POV:
The morning light seeped through the curtains, soft and warm, casting a golden glow across the room. My eyes fluttered open to the quiet sound of Kane's steady breathing behind me. His arm was wrapped securely around my waist, the weight of it grounding and protective, while my back pressed firmly against his broad chest. His warmth seeped into me, and for a moment, I simply stayed still, savoring the quiet intimacy.
Everything about him was overwhelming—his sheer size, the solid, unyielding feel of his body against mine, and the way his hand splayed across my stomach as if he were afraid I'd vanish in the night. His breathing was deep and even, but his hold tightened slightly when I shifted, pulling me closer, as if he instinctively knew I was awake and thinking about moving.
