So this is love

Thorne's POV

The room is dimly lit, the soft glow of the bedside lantern casting warm shadows across the walls. The familiar scent of home—of Noelle, of our daughter—fills the space, comforting and grounding me after what feels like a lifetime away.

Noelle is curled up in the middle of our bed, his long dark lashes resting gently against his cheeks, his chest rising and falling in deep, even breaths. He looks so peaceful like this, utterly serene, and I feel a deep warmth settle in my chest at the sight of him.