Liliana’s POV
The warmth of the midday sun filtered through the curtains, painting the room with soft golden hues. My body stirred as I stretched, my muscles pleasantly aching from the exertions of the past days. The familiar comfort of the bed cocooned me, and for a moment, I let myself sink into it. But as my eyes fluttered open, they landed on Bastian, seated in a chair near the window.
He looked peaceful, his head tilted back, arms crossed over his chest, and soft snores escaping his slightly parted lips. Yet even in rest, there was a certain intensity about him—a quiet protectiveness that wrapped around me like a shield.
I shifted under the blanket, the soft rustle of the sheets seeming unnaturally loud in the serene room. The sound stirred him, his lashes fluttering as those pierc
