Liam's eyes blinked open slowly.
The room was quiet. Morning light filtered softly through the half-drawn curtains, casting warm patterns across the walls. Lilith was still asleep, nestled against him with her head resting on his chest. Her breathing was soft and steady, completely relaxed.
It was rare to see her like this—so peaceful.
Her usual sharpness and intensity were nowhere to be found in her sleeping face. She looked younger like this. Softer. Almost innocent.
Liam reached up and gently brushed a few strands of golden hair from her cheek, letting his fingers linger just for a moment. Then, carefully, he slid out from under her without waking her. She shifted slightly, but didn't stir.
He stood, stretched, then made his way to her bathroom.
