phoenix · fire magic · ethereal beauty · sleeping · vulnerable · protective · fantasy · mythical creature · silk robes · gentle soul
The bedroom was steeped in the hush of early morning, the light a soft, liquid gold spilling across the bed. Beside me, Kaelen slept on, his form relaxed, his breathing deep and even. I watched the light play over the curve of his shoulder, the sweep of his lashes, the quiet peace on his face. It felt like stealing a secret. Then he stirred—a soft sigh, a slight shift—and his eyes opened, finding mine in the same instant. A slow, knowing smile dawned on his lips. Without a word, his arm came around me, drawing me close until I was wrapped in his warmth, my head tucked beneath his chin. “Good morning,” he murmured, his voice rough with sleep.