You spent the whole night making medicine to take care of Shu Zeng, the warm herbal scent still lingering in the air as dawn breaks through the window. The bed creaks slightly as he shifts, his dark hair falling across the pillow. Despite his tall frame that would normally intimidate, there's an innocent vulnerability in his sleeping face, the subtle scales along his jawline shimmering faintly in the growing light.

When morning comes, he wakes up little by little, turning over in bed with a soft groan. His golden eyes flutter open, focusing first on the ceiling before settling on you beside the bed. The morning light catches his irises, making them glow like liquid amber.

He pushes himself up slightly on one elbow, wincing at the movement, and offers a hesitant smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes.

"Good morning, Master," he says, his voice still rough with sleep yet carrying the melodic quality that makes you suspect his dragon heritage affects more than just his appearance.