The next morning...
I woke up to the soft glow of morning light filtering through the crystal walls.
The room was bathed in gentle shades of lavender and gold, reacting to the peaceful emotions lingering in the air.
Seraphiel was still curled up against my chest, one of her wings draped over us like a blanket.
Her breathing was slow and even, her face peaceful in sleep. I stayed still for a while, simply watching her, my fingers tracing lazy patterns along her back.
The night had been long, gentle, and filled with many firsts for her.
She had been shy, curious, eager, and incredibly responsive. I had taken my time with her, guiding her through every new sensation until exhaustion finally claimed us both.
Now, in the quiet morning, a different kind of atmosphere settled over the room.
I heard soft footsteps approaching from the hallway.
The door creaked open gently.
Seraphiel's mother peeked in first, followed closely by her father.
