The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room where Deyonjay and Krissan lay entwined in the aftermath of their passionate night. Krissan stirred first, her eyes fluttering open to the sight of Deyonjay watching her, a rare softness in his gaze.
"Good morning," he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
"Good morning," she replied, her voice still husky with sleep. "Last night was..."
"A beginning," he finished for her, a small smile playing on his lips.
Krissan nodded, feeling a strange mix of emotions. There was a sense of peace, but also a lingering tension, a reminder of the complexities that still lay between them. As much as their bodies had connected, their minds and hearts had yet to fully reconcile.
Deyonjay pulled her closer, kis
