A quiet bedroom.
Soft morning light filtered through the curtains, bathing the room in a warm golden glow.
Alister slipped on his black jacket over his yellow shirt, adjusting the collar with practiced ease.
Faint traces of crimson lipstick decorated his neck, while a few light bite marks rested near his collarbone.
As he fastened the final button...
The marks slowly dissolved into countless particles of golden light, drifting from his body before disappearing into the air.
Behind him, Anya remained asleep beneath a white sheet.
Only her bare shoulders peeked out from beneath the covers, her long purple hair spilling across the pillow like silk.
A peaceful smile rested upon her lips.
It was a rare expression.
Gone was the fierce warrior who always carried herself with unwavering confidence.
In her place was simply a woman sleeping contentedly.
Alister's expression softened.
He quietly walked back to the bedside.
Leaning down, he gently pressed a kiss against her cheek.
