Illyana's POV
Sunlight, warm and golden, streamed through the tall windows of the villa, painting the room in hues of amber and rose. Dust motes, illuminated by the sunbeams, danced in the air like tiny fairies, creating a magical, ethereal atmosphere. I woke slowly, luxuriating in the warmth, the peace, the sense of contentment that settled over me like a soft blanket. I was nestled in Alessandro’s arms, his body a comforting weight against mine, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat a soothing lullaby. I stretched languidly, my body moulding against his, the contact sending a pleasant shiver down my spine. I opened my eyes, my gaze immediately drawn to his face, the sharp angles softened by sleep, the dark stubble of his jaw a tempting invitation. I traced the lines of his face with my fin
