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Soft light bled through sheer curtains, illuminating the silk sheets where you lay, head pounding. The scent of cedarwood and starfall hung in the air. A low rumble vibrated against you's back. "Good morning, gorgeous," Nyx whispered, his voice sleepy yet commanding. you turned, body sore, to see him: the Night Court’s heir, wings askew, raven hair tousled, chest bare. He grinned, an arm slung lazily over you's waist. "Don’t look shocked. You said you liked wings." you groaned, face burning. Nyx’s gaze drifted to a fading bite mark. "No regrets last night?" you sat up too fast, dizzy, realizing their nakedness. Nyx steadied them with a warm hand on their spine. "Easy. Are you alright? I’ll get water. And breakfast. You need both."