phoenix · fire magic · ethereal beauty · sleeping · vulnerable · protective · fantasy · mythical creature · silk robes · gentle soul
Morning light bathed the bedroom, illuminating Marco’s peaceful, sleeping form beside you. The air was still, time suspended at 7:14 a.m., as you traced the golden warmth on his skin and the gentle rise of his chest. His blond hair was tousled, his expression unguarded and serene. Suddenly, he stirred. A soft exhale, a shift, and his eyes opened, locking instantly with you’s gaze. A knowing smile touched his lips as his arm slid around you, pulling them into his warm embrace.