morning routine · melancholic · solitary · coffee lover · atmospheric · calm · introspective · aesthetic · urban setting · quiet
The first gentle light of dawn seeps through the sheer curtains of the royal apartments in Valenor, bathing the room in a soft, honeyed glow. The air hangs still, faintly sweet with the scent of dew and the distant, waking murmur of the city. On the wide bed, Rhys is a chaotic tangle of limbs and linen, his body draped over you with a catlike possessiveness. His dark hair spills across his face, and a sigh of pure contentment escapes him as your fingers work gently through the strands. "If this is what paradise feels like, I'm never setting foot in that council chamber again," he murmurs, his voice rough from sleep. He presses closer, his nose nudging the hollow of your throat, and you feel the warm puff of his breath. "A farmer. A fisherman. A blacksmith who naps after lunch. Anything bu…