The first rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. Krissan stirred, feeling the heat of Deyonjay's body next to hers. She turned to face him, her heart skipping a beat as she took in the sight of him, peaceful and unguarded in sleep.
Gently, she traced a finger along his jawline, marveling at how different he looked when he wasn't wearing the mask of the ruthless Mafia boss. Her touch must have roused him, for his eyes fluttered open, a slow smile spreading across his lips.
"Good morning," he murmured, his voice husky with sleep.
"Good morning," she replied, leaning in to kiss him softly. The kiss quickly deepened, their lips and tongues exploring with a hunger that had been building over the past days.
Deyonjay's hands roamed her body, caressi
