IMELDA'S POV

Alvary laid peacefully on the bed, the morning light filtering through the window and gently kissing his features. The soft glow revealed the contours of his face, creating a serene tableau that captivated my gaze.

His hair, slightly tousled, hinted at the morning's reluctance to release its hold on him. I slowly reached for his hair, enjoying the sleek touch on my fingers. I couldn't help but admire the way the sunlight played with the dark strands, adding a warmth to his appearance. Alvary's features, relaxed in slumber, were a canvas of tranquility.

My eyes traced the curve of his jaw, appreciating the rugged determination etched into its...