The Morning After.

The room is quiet, filled only with the slow, steady breaths of two bodies entwined.

The golden light of dawn filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow over tangled sheets and heated skin.

Jun is nestled against Rey's chest, his heartbeat steady, his body relaxed in a way he has never felt before.

For the first time, everything feels right. Complete.

Rey's fingers lazily trace circles on Jun's bare back, his golden eyes half-lidded as he watches him.

He still can't believe this is real.

That Jun is here, in his arms, his scent interwoven with his own.

Marked.

Claimed.

His.

Jun shifts slightly, tilting his head up to look at Rey.

The bond between them hums, the connection pulsing through their veins like a steady, unbreakable thread.

Rey leans down, brushing a soft kiss against Jun's forehead. "How are you feeling?" he murmurs, his voice husky from sleep.