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The Edge of Sweetness

Author: Mayemura Special
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-07-18 22:31:54

Alejandro's POV

The mornings have become my favorite part of the day. Not because of the quiet or the freshly brewed coffee, but because I wake up to her. Zenith.

There she is, curled under the blanket, her head barely visible, a splash of soft golden hair fanning across the pillow like sunlight itself. Her scent, a mix of lavender and the earthy softness of rain, always wraps around me like a second skin. She stirs slightly and I catch the flutter of her lashes before she murmurs something that sounds like my name.

Inferno hums in the back of my mind, content for once. "We should stay in bed," I mutter, tracing the curve of her shoulder. "Says the man who never stops working," she replies sleepily, opening one eye. I chuckle, leaning over to press a kiss to her forehead. "I do work from home now. Thanks to the miracle of delegation and the tech gods." She stretches, catlike, graceful. "And the fact that the tech lab no longer needed the big bad wolf to run it?" I grin. "Exactly."

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