Morning…
Sunlight slowly emerged from the east, spreading warmth and life across the world.
On the bed, Zelda was fast asleep, a joyful smile lingering on her lips.
Both of her arms were wrapped around Leon, who lay beside her, his chest serving as a pillow for her face.
"Hmm…" Leon groaned softly as his breathing grew slightly strained.
His eyelids fluttered before opening fully, and the first thing that greeted him was the ceiling of his room.
"Morning already?" he murmured.
He yawned lazily, thin tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. Once he confirmed it was indeed morning, he tried to sit up—but stopped as he felt an arm locking him in place.
Glancing to the side, he saw Zelda still fast asleep, holding him tightly.
In that moment, memories of their passionate night came rushing back, causing a faint blush to rise on his cheeks.
