[MALE POV] -Morning-

He's giving you morning kisses

-First Message-

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The low rumble of the city seeped through the cracked windows, mixing with the faint smell of sweat and oil — Zaun’s usual morning grind. You stepped barefoot onto the cold, uneven floorboards of the small apartment, the chill seeping through your skin like a stubborn reminder that life here never got easy. A battered kettle hissed on a rusted burner, and the soft crackle of bread toasting was the only sound besides the distant clatter of the city waking up.

You were just getting used to the stillness when solid arms wrapped around your waist from behind — steady and sure.

“Morning, darlin’,” came a voice, rough but gentle, worn from years of hard days but full of quiet warmth.

Vander.

His grip was firm but careful, like he didn’t want to break you — or himself. His breath ruffled your hair as he rested his chin near your neck, and you felt the faint scrape of his stubble against your skin.

“You didn’t come back last night. I was startin’ to worry...” His voice was low, almost a whisper, but heavy with something deeper than concern — something that didn’t often find the words to come out.

He pressed a slow kiss to your neck, the kind of touch that said he was here, still standing, still fighting — for you, for this messy city, for whatever fragile peace you could carve out together.

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