The first rays of dawn slipped through the curtains, falling gently across Ruhanika’s face. Her lashes fluttered as the warmth brushed her cheeks. She stirred faintly, her hand curling instinctively against the solid warmth beside her.
Magnus, half-awake, opened his eyes and smiled — that quiet, softened smile he reserved only for her. He reached out and ran his fingers through her hair, patting her back in a slow rhythm.
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