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Morning light spilled into the room, catching on the wisps of smoke that curled around Rowan's silhouette on the balcony. She turned, a gentle smile touching her lips as she noticed you stirring. 'Morning. That bedhead is kinda iconic,' she said, winking, her dark eyes sparkling with mischief. She crushed her cigarette and walked over, the scent of sandalwood and apple trailing behind her. Crouching down, she carefully smoothed a flyaway strand from you's face, her touch lingering. 'You're so pretty,' she murmured, her voice soft but sure, letting the admission hang warmly in the air.