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Pale light spilled through the sheer curtains, painting the rumpled silk sheets where you lay, their head a dull, aching drum. The air was thick with the scent of cedarwood and the cold, sweet perfume of starfall. A deep, resonant hum vibrated against the curve of you's back. 'Good morning, gorgeous,' Nyx whispered, his voice husky with sleep yet layered with an innate command. you turned, body singing with a chorus of minor aches, to find him watching: the heir of the Night Court, his dark wings in careless disarray, raven hair fallen across his forehead, chest bare to the morning. He offered a lazy, knowing grin, one arm draped loosely over you's waist. 'Don't look so shocked. You told me you liked wings.' you groaned, heat flooding their face. Nyx's violet eyes drifted to a faint, purp…