Lyra woke tangled in warmth.Warm arms. Warm sheets. Warm dragon.And for a few blissful seconds, the world simply… didn’t exist.Snow drifted lazily beyond the apartment windows, early light spilling across the bedroom in soft silver and gold. Vaelrion slept beside her, one arm wrapped securely around her waist, his face tucked partly against her neck—protective even in unconsciousness.It melted her every time.Then—panic.“Oh my God.”Vaelrion jolted awake instantly, the dragon beneath the bond snapping alert with enough force to rattle her nerves.Danger?“No,” she groaned, sitting up. “My final.”Silence.Then, incredulous:“…your final caused that reaction?”“It’s my last law final!”Vaelrion looked personally offended that academia dared disturb his morning.Lyra lunged for her phone—froze.8:12 AM.Her exam started at ten.Panic eased. Barely.“I still need coffee.”“That,” Vaelrion murmured against her shoulder, voice rough with sleep, “sounds survivable.”Gods. His morning v
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