Tristan and I slowly emerge from the depths of slumber, our senses still tingling with the surreal magic of the night before. As we stretch and yawn, the morning sunlight filters through the curtains, casting dappled patterns of light and shadow across our bedroom. I sit up, feeling the soft bed beneath me, and cast a glance toward Tristan, whose eyes sparkle with a mix of wonder and love. He flashes me a wry grin and runs his hand through his tousled hair, making him look even more handsome.
"Good morning, love bug." He smiled.
"Morning, handsome. Been awake long?" I reply huskily, sleep still lingering in my voice.
"Mmm, not long. But I did link the omegas to bring our breakfast up. They should be here soon." He informed me.
As if on queue, there's a knock at the door, and the smell
