
Author’s POV
The first whisper of dawn, a soft, pre-dawn light, began to filter through the grand windows of the bedroom. It painted the room in shades of charcoal and silver, illuminating the quiet, intimate tableau in the center of the bed. Rhys woke slowly, not with the jarring sound of an alarm or the sharp weight of a new day, but with the soft, silken feel of her skin against his lips.

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