Third Person POV
The room was still. The early morning cast a soft, silver glow through the half-drawn curtains, bathing the lovers in a gentle luminescence. Outside, the world remained cloaked in night, but within the small sanctuary of the guest room, time seemed to pause.
Bastian stirred first, his senses sharpening as consciousness pulled him from the depths of sleep. The bed was warm, the sheets tangled from the night before, and nestled against him was Liliana. Her breathing was soft, a gentle rhythm that matched the rise and fall of his own chest. His arms were wrapped around her, their bodies still entwined, and he felt the thrum of her heartbeat against his skin.
“Lili,” he whispered, his voice a tender caress against her ear. He pressed a light kiss to her temple, the tip of h
