The soft glow of dawn filtered through the curtains, awakening Riven. He smiled realising he was back home.
Ronan, still naked, was nestled close, his rhythmic breathing a soothing lullaby, unfortunately he had to get up.
Carefully, Riven extracted himself like it was a spy mission, ensuring not to disturb Ronan's slumber. He stretched, feeling the pleasant ache of muscles well-used, and made his way to the washroom. The cool water refreshed him, washing away the remnants of sleep and the emotional whirlwind of the past days.
Dressed and composed, Riven stepped into the main hall. The familiar scent of the manor greeted him, mingling with the faint aroma of coffee. He spotted Troy and Eli, both still in their clothes from the previous night, their faces filled with fatigue.
"Troy," Riven called out, approaching them. "Go home. You're technically on leave. I'm here now, it's fine."
