I blink awake, soft golden light spilling through the gauzy curtains. The warm body next to me stirs slightly, and I turn to study his peaceful face. Who is he, really? What dreams drift through his mind as he sleeps?…

The soft glow of morning light filters through my curtains, caressing my skin as I stretch languidly beneath the warm sheets. My eyes flutter open, adjusting to the gentle brightness. Beside me, I hear the quiet rustling of fabric and…