Leonardo
The early morning light slips quietly through the half-drawn curtains, painting the room in a soft gold that glows against her skin. I’m awake, but I can’t move. I don’t want to.
She’s lying here beside me, lost somewhere in a peaceful dream, her golden hair scattered across the pillow like threads of sunlight. A few strands curl against her cheek, and I find myself tracing them with my eyes, memorizing every inch of her. Her lashes are long and thick, brushing over the faint blush of her cheeks. Her lips—soft and pink—part slightly with every soft breath she takes.
She’s breathtaking. Even in her stillness, she owns the air around her.
I’ve seen countless women in my life. Beautiful, charming, dangerous, but none of them have ever made my chest tighten the way she does. Nayan
