The morning sunlight poured through the wide windows of the estate, warm and golden, illuminating the room like a gentle embrace. I stretched under the soft covers, feeling the crisp morning air mingling with the faint scent of jasmine wafting in from the gardens below. Damien stirred beside me, his arm heavy and warm across my waist.
I turned to face him, marveling at the peaceful expression on his face. It wasn't often that I saw him so relaxed. After everything we'd been through—fighting for my mother's legacy, untangling ourselves from the grasp of his manipulative family—moments like this felt like a gift.
"Good morning," Damien murmured, his voice rough from sleep, his pale green eyes flecked with gold meeting mine.
"Good morning," I replied, unable to hide my smile. I leaned in, brushing a soft kiss against his lips.
He stretched, his hand threading through my hair. "Busy day ahead?"