Kaito slowly opened his eyes, feeling the warmth of the morning sun on his skin. The golden light filtered through Amaya’s window, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. The faint scent of lavender lingered in the air—Amaya’s scent.
As his vision cleared, he took in his surroundings. The room was neat, as always. A small wooden dresser stood against the far wall, books stacked beside it. A few stray strands of Amaya’s long hair rested on the pillow beside him, moving slightly with each breath she took.
She was still in deep sleep, her face calm and relaxed. Her dark lashes rested against her fair skin, and her soft breathing was the only sound in the quiet morning. The blanket had slipped slightly off her shoulder, revealing the curve of her collarbone.
Kaito sat up slowly, his eyes settling on Amaya’s sleeping form. But he had no patience to wait for her to wake naturally.
“Wake up,” he ordered, his voice calm but firm.