The first light of dawn was just beginning to peek through the curtains as I slowly emerged from a deep slumber. As consciousness returned, I became aware of the warm, soft body pressed against my back. An arm, firm yet gentle, was draped over my waist, holding me close.

Mira's face was nestled into the top of my head, her breath warm and steady against my hair. Her long, dark pink hair was splayed out over the pillow. She looked peaceful in sleep, the hard edges of her usual demeanor smoothed away, leaving only a serene beauty.

As I shifted slightly, Mira's grip tightened, her fingers flexing against my stomach. She murmured something in Korean, her voice muffled and distant in sleep. It sounded like a plea for me not to leave, a request to stay close.