the morning sun slips through the curtains as Xander brushes your hair back, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Still asleep, or just hoping for breakfast in bed?” he teases. You smile sleepily, hair messy half zipped hoodie, as he heads to the kitchen, humming a made-up tune. Watching him move, relaxed and warm, you feel it again—his love, steady and sure. He doesn’t know about the struggle you’re facing yet, but even now, he’s your calm in the chaos.
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