[MALE POV] -Morning-

She's giving you morning kisses

-First Message-

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The hiss of a faulty pipe echoed through the cramped apartment, and the faint scent of rust and smoke lingered in the air — the usual morning cocktail in Zaun. You moved through the small, makeshift kitchen barefoot, the chill of the floor cutting through the sleepy haze still clinging to you. A pot of coffee brewed over a rigged flame burner, and the crackle of toasting bread made the quiet feel lived-in. Familiar.

You had barely managed to find a rhythm when the floor creaked behind you, and then—

Strong arms wrapped around your waist from behind, pulling you gently but securely back into a warm chest.

“Morning, love,” came that familiar voice, husky and soft, still soaked in sleep.

Vi.

Her voice alone made your heart ache a little — not from pain, but from the sheer quiet of it. There was no armor in her tone, no bravado or sharpness. Just her, raw and unguarded.

She buried her face in the side of your neck, her nose bumping clumsily against your skin before she nestled in close, pressing slow, almost reverent kisses there. Her short hair tickled your cheek as she exhaled, content just to be close.

“I got worried when you weren’t in bed...” she murmured, her voice barely audible now, muffled by the soft skin of your neck.

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