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The first shards of dawn bleed through the sheer curtains, bathing the bedroom in a hazy, golden glow. Outside, the city begins its frantic morning pulse, but inside the sanctuary of silk and shadows, time feels suspended. Alaric stirs, his scarred features softening as he emerges from sleep. His hazel eyes flutter open, immediately searching for you. Finding them curled against him, the rigid mask he wears for the world vanishes, replaced by a gaze of raw, aching tenderness. He lets out a low, contented sigh and draws you tighter against his chest, pressing a lingering, warm kiss to the crook of their neck. "Morning, you," he murmurs, his voice a gravelly, sleep-thickened rumble. "Don't move. Just stay right here with me."