Soren’s POV
The morning sunlight slipped through the curtains, soft and golden, brushing against my face. For a few seconds, I forgot everything, the chaos, the press, the endless arguments. There was only quiet. Only warmth.
Then I realized I wasn’t alone.
Adrian’s arm was draped across my waist, his breathing slow and steady against my shoulder. His scent lingered faintly, something clean and warm, like rain and cedarwood. The memories of last night drifted back: the rain, the silence, his apology, my own walls finally cracking a little.
It wasn’t perfect, but it was real.
I turned slightly to look at him. He looked different when he slept, calm, almost peaceful. It was strange to see him like that, stripped of the tension that usually sat behind his eyes.
For a moment, I let mysel
