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~Elara's POV
I woke early that morning, sunlight spilling through my bedroom window, brushing my face with warmth. The house was quiet, still, with only the faint hum of the city outside. I stretched slowly, feeling the comfort of the bed and the gentle weight of the morning.
I glanced at Darlon, still asleep beside me. His chest rose and fell steadily, and I smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. "Good morning," I whispered, pressing a quick, grateful kiss to his temple before getting out of bed. I wanted to start the day on my own terms, but I also wanted to be ready for work, to take on this new role with confidence.
I dressed carefully, choosing something professional but comfortable, and I had a simple breakfast before going to work.
