The following morning, Zyra woke up in Marcus's room, her head resting comfortably on his chest. She could hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat and feel the warmth of his arms wrapped securely around her. The sunlight filtered gently through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room.

Zyra blinked sleepily, savoring the cozy feeling of being close to Marcus. She felt his hand move slightly, a gentle caress on her back as he began to wake up too. “Good morning, princess” he ...