Chapter 3Morning light filtered through the rain-streaked windows in soft, diffused rays, turning the suite into a watercolor painting of golds and gentle blues. Elias stirred first, nestled against Kael’s solid chest, the older man’s arm draped possessively around his waist even in sleep. The warmth there felt like an anchor, a glowing promise that the night’s passion had not been a fleeting dream born of rain and loneliness. Elias traced a finger lightly over Kael’s jaw, memorizing the faint stubble and the peaceful lines that softened the surgeon’s usually commanding features. In this quiet moment, with his own braided hair tousled across the pillow and the cream hoodie discarded somewhere on the floor, Elias felt a rare sense of belonging—his reflective sadness yielding to the steady hope Kael embodied.Kael’s eyes fluttered open, dark and warm with immediate affection. “Good morning,” he murmured, voice gravelly from sleep and lingering desire. He pulled Elias closer, their bare
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