DEXTER POV
The dawn's early light, a tender shade of gold, seeped quietly into the room, filling the space with its serene luminescence. My beloved, Olivia, stirred from the depths of her dreams, her eyelashes fluttering open as delicately as a butterfly unfolding its wings to the caress of the wind.
As the first words of the day escaped her lips, they were imbued with such melody that they seemed more song than speech. "My love," she breathed out, her voice barely above a whisper, but echoing with so much tenderness it warmed the room.
The corners of her plush lips traced the outline of a guileless smile, the kind that was only reserved for intimate mornings such as this. Her eyes, a striking shade of emerald, though still clouded with the remnants of sleep, shimmered with an affecti
