The first rays of dawn filtered through the Draven estate’s floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a pale gold light over the quiet living room. Damon sat in a leather armchair, Alex curled up on the couch, still exhausted from the previous night’s chaos. Sarah entered quietly, a cup of coffee in hand, and paused to watch them — the small family they had built amidst danger.Damon looked up as she approached, his dark eyes softening. “Morning,” he murmured, voice rough from little sleep.Sarah offered a small smile. “Morning. You look like hell.”He smirked faintly. “Only on the outside. Inside, I’m fully operational.”Alex stirred, rubbing his eyes, and Damon’s attention shifted immediately to him. “Good morning, champ,” he said gently. “Sleep well?”Alex nodded, his small fingers curling around Damon’s hand. “I had scary dreams,” he admitted quietly.Damon pulled him close, pressing a comforting kiss to the top of his head. “They’re gone now. You’re safe.”Sarah settled beside them, lean
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