[Leif's POV — Morning—Leif's Chamber]
The morning crept in, crimson rays stretching through the curtains, scattering across the floor. Somewhere outside, My crimson babies howled like hungry little wolves, and the birds—clearly angry about the cold—chirped in protest.
And me? I was a koala. A very stubborn, clingy koala.
Wrapped around Alvar like the world would end if I let go, my arms locked across his chest, my cheek pressed to his shoulder, and—most importantly—my leg was draped across his stomach in ultimate defense. If he tried moving, he'd have to drag me along.
Alvar lay flat, staring at the ceiling like a man questioning all his life choices. His voice was low, resigned, and a little dumbfounded.
"Leif… I'll be late."
In answer, I shifted closer, tightening my hold like a python on its prey. "Good. Be late. Better yet, don't go at all."
A faint sigh escaped him. "Darling, I must."
