The morning light filtered through the half-drawn curtains, casting a warm glow over the quiet room. The storm from the night before had long passed, leaving only the soft hum of the city in the distance.
Azzy lay there, his golden eyes half-lidded as he stared at the ceiling, his mind a battlefield of thoughts.
The weight of reality settled on him as the last remnants of sleep faded away. His body ached in ways that had nothing to do with combat, and the warmth against his chest was undeniably real.
Leiza.
His arms were still wrapped around her bare form, her soft breathing rhythmic and peaceful. She was snuggled into his chest, completely vulnerable, completely trusting.
And that was when it truly hit him.
He had given himself to her.
Not in a calculated decision. Not in a strategic move. But in the most human way possible.
For the first time in his life, he had acted on pure emotion. No logic, no hesitation—just feeling.
