Everyn's POV:
Despite my favorite lazy morning, this one is far from being lazy. When I wake up, Cyro is already out of bed, dressed in that bright crimson and gold that only he could pull off. His hair was combed backwards once again and his flustered face from last night was nowhere to be seen. He was serious and he seemed to be mulling over some thoughts he might not want to share.
A soft sigh escapes me as I push myself out of bed and rub my eyes slowly.
As soon as he notices I am awake, Cyro turns to me, his burning coal eyes pinning me down with such an intensity I feel weak and vulnerable once again.
"Good morning, my love~ " despite the sternness written on his face, he offers me a smile and slowly closes the distance between us.
I hold the blanket against my chest a bit ti
