The morning light was faint, and the mist had yet to disperse.
Ren opened his eyes to find Mikoto's peaceful sleeping face before him.
The crimson dawn outlined her gentle silhouette. Her long lashes cast faint shadows across her porcelain-white cheeks, while her ink-black hair spilled across the pillow. A few strands curled tenderly around his fingertips.
"This is the woman I love."
Ren had just brushed his fingers over the corner of her eye when those dewy, beautiful eyes suddenly opened.
The haziness of waking quickly faded, turning into clear, rippling light that reflected his figure with perfect clarity.
The beauty's lips curved slightly, blossoming into a faint yet captivating smile.
"Darling, it's time to get ready."
Mikoto threw back the thin blanket and rose. Her silk nightgown traced her delicate curves with the motion, its slightly open collar revealing her exquisite collarbones.
As she pulled Ren up, he wrapped his arms around her slender, soft waist and lowered his head to gently bite Mikoto's warm earlobe.
"Don't rush. I'll help you get dressed first."
Mikoto's ears flushed hot. Before she could respond, he had already pressed her down before the dressing table.
Standing behind her, Ren picked up the ivory comb on the table and gently began combing her waterfall-like black hair.
The mirror reflected his focused features, while Mikoto lowered her gaze slightly, a moving smile lingering at the corners of her lips.
Ren's fingertips occasionally brushed across her sensitive scalp and the side of her neck. Every touch made her lashes tremble lightly, revealing a hint of bashfulness in the mirror.
When the last stray strand had been smoothed down, he deftly tied her long hair into a tall, neat ponytail, exposing her fair neck.
Mikoto in the mirror immediately lost some of her softness, gaining