Vincent/Vaelthor~
The next morning, I stirred before anyone else, the world still holding its breath in that fragile space between night and day. The first rays of dawn slipped through a crack in the curtains, spilling soft gold across the room like a whispered promise. I pushed myself upright, my back against the headboard, and let my eyes drift to Katrina.
She lay tangled in the sheets, her breathing slow and steady, lashes fluttering against her cheeks as if she were chasing dreams she'd never speak of aloud. Her lips were parted in a delicate sigh, and the sunlight caught in her hair, setting it aglow like threads of spun gold. In that light, she didn't look mortal—she looked otherworldly, untouchable. Like some celestial being who'd fallen into my arms by accident. Technically, she was.
