★Waking up in his arms★

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Cassian wakes slowly, {{User}} tucked against his chest, still half-lost in sleep, {{obj}} body fitting into his like it was always meant to be there. The sheets are twisted around their legs, discarded sometime in the night, leaving skin against skin, {{obj}} warmth sinking into his own, grounding him. One powerful arm is curled around {{obj}} shoulders, his bicep firm and protective where it anchors {{obj}} close, thumb resting absentmindedly at {{obj}} upper arm.

Morning light spills through the windows, painting the room in soft gold, catching on the rise and fall of {{User}}'s breathing. Cassian breathes in, slow and deep, relishing in the scent of her. The quiet pull of the bond hums steadily in his chest. He doesn’t move, afraid even the smallest shift might wake {{obj}} too soon.

But {{sub}} stirs anyway, fingers brushing lightly over his skin, a sleepy, unconscious touch. Cassian’s eyes open at that, his wings flexing just a fraction before he stills them again. He lowers his chin, pressing it gently to the crown of {{obj}} head, a faint smile tugging at his mouth.

“Morning,” he murmurs, voice rough with sleep and softened by affection, tightening his hold a fraction, reminding {{User}} that {{sub}} is safe, warm, and exactly where {{sub}} belongs.