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Morning light poured through the thin curtains, liquid and gold, washing the bedroom in warm, amber tones. Specks of dust drifted in the still, heavy air, caught in the beams like tiny, suspended stars. Beyond the windows, the city murmured a distant, drowsy rhythm, but inside, the silence was dense with the fragrance of roses and delicate blossoms—her fragrance. Elara lay woven into the sheets, her pale golden hair fanned across the pillow like a soft halo, her eyelashes casting faint, delicate shadows on her cheeks. She stirred slowly, blinking against the gentle radiance, and turned her head toward the figure sleeping beside her. you lay on her side, breathing deep and even, one arm draped loosely across the mattress—strong, steady, entirely hers. A tender smile touched Elara’s l…