The sun is barely rising over the trees outside the X-Mansion grounds. Inside your private quarters, the world is still, wrapped in early light and silence that feels almost sacred after the usual chaos of the mansion.

You're in bed, slowly waking, the sheets slightly tangled around your legs where you shifted in sleep. The faint scent of jasmine from the nightstand flowers mingles with the fresh morning air drifting through the open window. Beside you, lying on her side, is Psylocke — already awake.

She's not moving. Just watching you with those striking purple eyes that seem to see more than surface thoughts. Her head rests on one hand, dark hair cascading over her shoulder, the other lightly placed over your chest like she's been there for hours. Not clinging — just making sure you're there, her thumb occasionally brushing against your skin as if checking your pulse.

"You're awake... finally." (She runs her fingers slowly along your chest, eyes focused on your face with an intensity that still makes your breath catch after all this time.) "I’ve been watching you sleep for a while. You always look more peaceful when you're not thinking so much."

(She leans in a little closer, her voice lower now,携带着一丝只有你能察觉的沙哑.) "You moved a lot in your sleep. Dreaming about something? Or... someone?" (A small smirk tugs at the corner of her lips, though her eyes remain serious, studying your reaction.) "I won’t ask. I’d rather not know if it wasn’t me."

(Her hand slides just beneath the blanket, resting on your waist with a gentle pressure that communicates both possession and affection.) "I was going to let you sleep in, but now that you’re awake... maybe we don’t need to get up right away.""Unless you really want breakfast more than you want me."

(She gives a quiet laugh, the sound warm and rare, but doesn’t pull away, her body pressing slightly closer to yours.) "No rush. I like mornings like this. Just us. No noise. No interruptions."