The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a calm glow over the room. It was a peaceful Saturday, the kind of morning that felt still and safe, like the world had slowed down just for them. Maya stretched lazily, her body wrapped in soft sheets, and turned to find Elias beside her. He was awake already, watching her with that small, unguarded smile that made her heart melt every time.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” he murmured, brushing his thumb along her cheek.

Maya’s lips curved. “You’re up early for someone who worked half the night.”

“I couldn’t sleep,” he admitted. “I like watching you sleep. It reminds me that...