Serenity
Always yours
The sun greeted Erik gently, its golden light slipping through the curtains. He stirred, feeling a faint, pleasant ache—a physical memory of the previous night’s connection. It wasn't just a physical sensation; it was a quiet confirmation of belonging. He inhaled deeply, the scent of clean sheets mingling with the faint, familiar musk of Kahiau's skin, a combination that had become his personal definition of home.