I woke up to the warmth of Tristan’s body beside me, his strong arm draped over my waist. The soft rise and fall of his chest, the steady rhythm of his breathing—it was grounding. Safe. For a moment, I just lay there, absorbing the quiet intimacy of the morning. The world outside could wait. Here, in this sliver of time, it was just us.
Shifting slightly, I turned my head to look at him. The sharp lines of his face were softened in sleep, his usual intensity replaced by something almost peaceful. A rare sight. My heart clenched at the thought. He carried so much weight on his shoulders, so much responsibility. But here, in the stillness of dawn, he was just Tristan.
As if sensing my gaze, his eyelids fluttered open, revealing those piercing golden eyes. For a moment, he simply looked at
