The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air as I entered the dining area, its rich scent mingling with the sweetness of baked cinnamon rolls and the sizzle of bacon cooking on the stove. Onyx was already seated at the rustic wooden table, two empty plates and mugs set out, steam rising gently from the carafe of coffee.
"Good morning, my bird," he said, smiling up at me as I slid into the chair across from him. His eyes were still heavy with sleep, his dark hair mussed, yet he radiated a vitality that hadn't been there before he gave up his title. A vitality that I found deeply alluring. He seemed... free.
I smiled back, brushing my fingers lightly over his hand, thrilling at the spark that leaped between us. "It smells amazing in here. I can't remember the last time I had
